Four Years
They bitch they bark they whine they scream
So many girls in this school are simply mean
Always texting on their phones,
They’re just a big old group of clones
Walking through the halls like they own the place,
With too much make-up caked on their face
Just walk on by them and you’re sure to get a glare,
If they’re not already making fun of your hair
Their free time’s spent on the lobby bench,
Gossiping away in a language that seems like French
They talk behind each other’s back,
When their “best friend” goes to grab a snack
They can light up a room from the orange hue of their skin,
From the UV rays they always take in
These people need to see the bigger picture in life,
Because once they’re out of high school their bitching won’t suffice
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