Beautiful Chaos I woke from my slumber in pain A migraine had scrambled my brain I tossed and I turned With no hope of return I got up and brushed up my mane I staggered the way to my bus stop Mouth full with morning’s new slop My bag hit my knee Down with the hot tea, I wanted the whole world to stop The teacher keeps overexplaining I stare and I start overthinking She’s talking ‘bout diffusion I’m in so much confusion We learnt this in ninth grade, it’s draining! I know we all have these small problems Like you, yeah I know that you got ‘em You wake up in class The teacher yells at the class en masse I ran out of rhymes, I don’t got ‘em Chloe Pereira 12E Full Poem:
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