Where the Fools Go
There is a building, two blocks down
Where students come from out of town.
There are no textbooks,
There are no rules.
Only students labeled as fools.
They learn about life in a peculiar way,
Their school isn’t open in during the day.
The streets are mean and give no mercy.
The bar is left open for those who are thirsty.
The teachers walk around in lingerie,
Their principal goes by the name Big Ray.
The tests they take are not the norm,
They have to fill out AIDS, HIV, and STD forms.
The projects they do are illicit and wrong,
Demonstrations for using a bong.
The guidance counselor is a joke,
He’ll pass you a joint and tell you to toke.
The students there can never fail,
They get their diplomas from the jail.
Vocab words like hustle and flow
Are the only terms you need to know.
It’s a secretive place.
But everyone knows,
This is where all of the fools go.
To get enrolled is not hard to do,
Just say the password ‘LIFE’ at door 422.
Copyright © Heather Rickard | Year Posted 2012
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