Romantic banter rushes through rows.
Sixth grade Boy Scouts put on a show,
Bubblegum pops in my ear as I go,
Tires pop too, gotta drive slow slow slow.
The mirror above on the bus wall
Tells me gossip is the fairest of all
Even though band kids are nice and tall,
Their tiny hopes will be dashed and take a fall
Cheerleaders kick a kid in the shin
Soon football players see and plunge in.
I’ll sw...
