Mr. Viotti was so mean
The moment he was promoted
Our school went to dirt
No phones in the hall
Assigned seating chart at lunch
And the worst of all
We were issued school uniforms
Like what in the world
I wear what I want
That’s how I express myself
The next day they arrived
Red or blue polo shirts
And khaki pants or shorts
When I tried it on
I was unabashed at first
They didn’t look that bad
Everyone else was hating hard
I could care less honestly
I don’t know about them
My uniform is magnificently stunning
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