Popularity

everyone wants to be cool,

the popular kid in school.

But all it does is make you mean,

or make you think you are better

then a king or queen.

It makes you think that your all

that, and that you are phat.

But it will never last,

it will go away so fast.

You may turn into a smut,

and just want to be known for the

classes you cut. As an adult you

may not know what to do,

if you had always been spoiled through and

through. You may go for fame,

but try so hard you are pathetic and

lame. You might go on the streat to

beg for something to eat, because you dont

know what to do cause being pampered

is all you went through.

You may be cool at the time,

but it will be over quicker then this rhyme .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Mclaughlin Avatar
June 14, 2009 at 4:44 PM
I love the anger in this piece, and know how you feel, my best day as a youngster was when the class-snob-bully failed in her bid to be an olympian.
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