Let’s outline our High School Experience

In just ONE page.

Trick the teacher and set it to 9.5 font

And include all the meat n’ potatoes

We can fit.

Adjust the margins enough that we don’t

Go over the MAXIMUM

But don’t overdo it,

Teacher, Teacher might see a personal,

Not-so-cloned piece of

White, copy paper.

So what if our desks are arranged

In neat, identical rows of identical desks

Which hold the not-so-identical YOU and I,

We- We are allowed to show who we are,

Where we come from,

What we think/ What we say/ Who we like/ Who we hate

But only through BLACK ink and

Times New Roman, 12 point font on

White, copy paper.

But are we copies of one another?

Our parents never committed copyright infringement

By using the same mold without

Permission or patents to create progress without patience.

Plagiarism was never found on their pieces of

White, copy paper.

So let’s just copy and paste

Our thoughts from our brains

And let’s be daring and say

What we really think about your rubrics/ Your report cards/ Your status reports

Give me a zero on that paper/ It’s too late to give you my opinion on

White, copy paper.

So, let me set this up in terms/ that maybe they can understand:

There is not a classroom on the planet

That can teach us what’s important. / Only

the facts/ Cold, hard facts

On 32 cloned pieces of

White, copy paper.