Bad Day
He walks in the door
Some kid makes a joke
He asks for no more
For he'd barely awoke
They just call him gay
They keep poking fun
So the very next day
This kid brings a gun
Im not a door mat
He says as he stops
He pulls out his gat
And the whole class drops
Now you'r all dead
He says while he's grieving
Puts the gun to his head
Then he stops breathing
Copyright © Kody Oberhauser | Year Posted 2011
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