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 swerve the bus, smash the case of a violin

Stop being so mean, you’re literally ten.

Expulsion is harsh, but guess what’s worse?

Feeling like the world has sent you a curse,

As the expelled bully thinks you are hers,

Being too nervous of a bully to finish a verse

Kids suck so much,

They’d make a dirty joke at me saying such,

Yet compared to adults they come in clutch.

Adults think life is broke, kids make a crutch.