The Vacancy

Just the same fake, hidden faces
In the same never-changing places.
The cool kids pick on the geek�
How can their minds be so weak?

None of it makes any sense�
Locked behind this barbwire fence.
An institute of lower learning,
Happily watching logic burning.

A time-for-tots for teenagers,
Drowing in sorrow with excessive perk.
While their parents are off at work�
Always encountering that insincere smirk.

A place to waste a life away�
Living the day with nothing to say.
Sleeping past a beautiful dawn�
Finding all passion in life is gone.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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