Get money, and bitches (a living epitaph about leaving staples)
I’m unsure of the future
But I would like to create art
In my spare time
What I like to do
Is take pictures of my feet
From a standing stance
To acknowledge where I once stood
To prove my existence
I’m excited to escape
Droning tones
Of people telling me
Who I will be
My time at Staples
Was spent half asleep
I would sit in school
Dazed
Silent like steeping tea
I had a lot of friends over time
But after awhile
The term “best friends forever”
Was found a lie
My time in Westport
Was spent chilling with my feet up
Because out of town
Like A-Bomb I blew up
To those who are still at Staples
I would like to let you know
Life isn’t fair
That’s why I’m being fed grapes by girls
While I recline in my chair
And probably why you are wondering
Why she isn't there
And tussling my dark brown hair
I’m ecstatic
I’m leaving Staples
I’m ready to move on
With my life
The blue and white
Has made me feel deprived
I could have fit in; oh it would have been great
But who would remember me after I graduate?
LOL. You have Palca right? What did she say?
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