Eww

Cheering for Hornets, Blue and Gold
We should play a team called The Flyswatters
So we could be crushed like the bugs we really are
Go Harrison!

It’s disgusting

Cheerleaders in skimpy uniforms
And I’m called to the office again
For hand-me-down shorts too short
“Who buys your clothes?”

Give me a break

No-one, you b****.
Don’t you know what poor means?
Why don’t you call one of those preps down
Shake things up a little

I want to puke

Rather walk four and a half miles to school
And I do
Because I just can’t take the claustrophobia-express
And all those screaming children who call themselves “grown-up”

Disgusting

Why are all the freshmen wearing Snooky-poofs?
Or is it Snookie?
Hell if I care
Reality TV has nothing to do with my reality
Except for the part where I choke on hairspray fumes

Yuck!

I calmly hate you all
Without rage or passion
It’s a casual anger
Through which I see all of you

And it makes me feel a little nauseous