By Maria Biolo
• In this uncounted society a constant worry of concern neglected to halt,
• 'Nowhere, impossible, broken' -Found empty in his big head,
• This revolution has no solution and God can't take any new substitution,
• Omid quotes the trials of tomorrow,
• Said by the one and only wild cat Bizzaro,
• This argument is endless- pretty soon she'll make it out friendless,
-I don't care for caire, don't care, Cair-
• In this uncounted society I prefer to be ruined more than a loose fuze confusin me,
• Respect walked out the door,
• The fact they're adding phoney lonesome tax attacks against the poor,
• It's weekly, it's all around yearly,
• The government giving illegal narcotics switching up logic with spiritual genetics,
• Making little but tons Sunday newspaper topics smooshing free ethics,
• We could really use some hope right now,
• Grab onto my rope and make a wish right now,
• A social problem too big for a local diss,
• Pouring out thousands, trillions and more than millions of golden fibs,
• Scattered all across to eliminate our distinguished scared cross,
• Pick yourself up and stop letting this corrupt,
• You probably want a truthful answer,
• There's a man inside this white house and I call him a cancer,
• I never really have cared for caire.
“My name is Maria Biolo and I'm a Junior at Rhinelander High School.”
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