Dyp The Wolf Poet Rhyme

Wooden Panic

I sit across from her
I watch her bag slide
watch her head collide
with the hard wood table.
Her man was there
to calm her down.
to destroy her frown!
But the teachers stepped in.
Said he had to leave!
That he couldn't stay!
So now they pay
As she slams her head
into their hard wood table!
They messed up.
It's their fault!
So i'll rub salt
in the freshly open wound!
They almost killed her!
They thought they were right.
Thought she wouldn't fight.
But she did!
By slamming her head
into the table of wood!

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