An analysis of the tags of people at our school and things they do, because I tend to label people. And yes, about the band geeks, there are good musicians out there. They're just masked by the sheer crapitude of everyone else.
who focus on school and school alone,
and I'm going to feel sorry,
when they're fifty and all alone.
B is for the Band Geeks,
our teacher rules their life,
they play trumpets, french horns, clarinets,
which causes bitter strife.
C is for the Crackers,
that pretend all day that they're black,
and the Teen Girl Squad would proudly proclaim,
that they're wiggidy, wiggidy wack.
D is for the Drama Scholars,
who are so plastic it kills,
yet they make a ton of money at it,
counting all their dollar bills.
E is for the Evangelists,
crosses 'round their necks,
trying to enforce their religion,
and getting no respect.
F is for the Fall Out Boy Clones,
that start their own band,
then quit two weeks later,
with no crowd to give them a hand.
G is for the Gangstas,
rapping about their lives,
slinging dope, weed, and any other drug,
and killing the one that connives.
H is for the Hockey Players,
and there are oh so few,
none of us watch the Stanley Cup,
but they're the ones that do.
I is for the IK A BOB,
written by masterful Phil,
check it out, if you haven't already,
but rate it badly and he kills.
J is for the Jocks,
who make fun of all others,
and if it meant playing another sport,
they would abandon their own brother.
K is for the Kevlars,
or the gun freaks to you,
they know every single brand,
and love the loud BOOM!
L is for Literary Nuts,
I'm one of them,
they write about their life,
and any such whim.
M is for the Mixers,
Djaying is their sport,
step up behind the turntable,
and step into their court.
N is for the No-Frienders,
they've got no one at all,
they love their sharpened knives,
and they eventually take the fall.
O is for the Opiates,
they're the true fools,
they abuse their bodies,
and think they're really cool.
P is for the Preps,
oh god, where to begin,
for one, I think I'd die,
if I were ever one of them.
Q is for the Quiet,
they never say a word,
and they believe that it's the best,
for their voices not to be heard.
R is for the Rednecks,
they say, "git 'r dun!"
and even if you're a girl,
they'll still call you "son".
S is for the Stalkers,
they're pretty much creeps,
and I'm pretty sure they're insane,
in the mental deeps.
T is for the Talkers,
they sit around telling tall tales,
and when they catch wind of the pain they've caused,
they sit and do their nails.
U is for the Uglies,
and they'll be successful in the future I trust,
they're made fun of every day,
people feel that they must.
V is for the Vicious Clones,
punk rockers at the best,
Sex Pistols T-shirts every day,
they don't care about the rest.
W is for the White Pride,
disguised racist gits,
challenge their ideals,
and see their lack of wits.
X is for the XTC Users,
they go to raves every night,
and they're the people you read of,
dying of imaginary fright.
Y is for the Yacht Owners,
or the spoiled rich kids,
they're even rich in other countries,
with five million quid.
Z is for the Zen,
their resting heart rate twenty five,
and they need their yoga,
just to stay alive.
THE END
Poetry by Lucas
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Written on 2006-05-10 at 16:43
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A is for the A-students,who focus on school and school alone,
and I'm going to feel sorry,
when they're fifty and all alone.
B is for the Band Geeks,
our teacher rules their life,
they play trumpets, french horns, clarinets,
which causes bitter strife.
C is for the Crackers,
that pretend all day that they're black,
and the Teen Girl Squad would proudly proclaim,
that they're wiggidy, wiggidy wack.
D is for the Drama Scholars,
who are so plastic it kills,
yet they make a ton of money at it,
counting all their dollar bills.
E is for the Evangelists,
crosses 'round their necks,
trying to enforce their religion,
and getting no respect.
F is for the Fall Out Boy Clones,
that start their own band,
then quit two weeks later,
with no crowd to give them a hand.
G is for the Gangstas,
rapping about their lives,
slinging dope, weed, and any other drug,
and killing the one that connives.
H is for the Hockey Players,
and there are oh so few,
none of us watch the Stanley Cup,
but they're the ones that do.
I is for the IK A BOB,
written by masterful Phil,
check it out, if you haven't already,
but rate it badly and he kills.
J is for the Jocks,
who make fun of all others,
and if it meant playing another sport,
they would abandon their own brother.
K is for the Kevlars,
or the gun freaks to you,
they know every single brand,
and love the loud BOOM!
L is for Literary Nuts,
I'm one of them,
they write about their life,
and any such whim.
M is for the Mixers,
Djaying is their sport,
step up behind the turntable,
and step into their court.
N is for the No-Frienders,
they've got no one at all,
they love their sharpened knives,
and they eventually take the fall.
O is for the Opiates,
they're the true fools,
they abuse their bodies,
and think they're really cool.
P is for the Preps,
oh god, where to begin,
for one, I think I'd die,
if I were ever one of them.
Q is for the Quiet,
they never say a word,
and they believe that it's the best,
for their voices not to be heard.
R is for the Rednecks,
they say, "git 'r dun!"
and even if you're a girl,
they'll still call you "son".
S is for the Stalkers,
they're pretty much creeps,
and I'm pretty sure they're insane,
in the mental deeps.
T is for the Talkers,
they sit around telling tall tales,
and when they catch wind of the pain they've caused,
they sit and do their nails.
U is for the Uglies,
and they'll be successful in the future I trust,
they're made fun of every day,
people feel that they must.
V is for the Vicious Clones,
punk rockers at the best,
Sex Pistols T-shirts every day,
they don't care about the rest.
W is for the White Pride,
disguised racist gits,
challenge their ideals,
and see their lack of wits.
X is for the XTC Users,
they go to raves every night,
and they're the people you read of,
dying of imaginary fright.
Y is for the Yacht Owners,
or the spoiled rich kids,
they're even rich in other countries,
with five million quid.
Z is for the Zen,
their resting heart rate twenty five,
and they need their yoga,
just to stay alive.
THE END
Poetry by Lucas
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Written on 2006-05-10 at 16:43
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