Dont Exhume School
Swimming in mire of memory,
Searching the fish of forgetfulness,
Those are not the good days;
Nervous eyes will get attacked,
Leaving residue of a small heart,
Beat the soft cheeks like egg;
Hands smack the sensitive back,
Infernal, Thrashed till tears,
Suspense of demonic destruction,
Climax of nervy showers,
Bringing noises of home to job,
Ruthlessly pulling off frustrations;
Child became a punching bag;
Explanation of sparing the rod,
Rooms; never to go torture spaces,
Chiron of Greece will feel ashamed;
His passions going for putrefaction,
Witches with too many potions;
Heating the young blood for evil;
Then go home riding on brooms,
Satisfied without such education;
Sweated a lot digging deep;
A metallic coffin from hell,
Burying the days of horror,
Don’t exhume those days.
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