high school groups

There’s always going to be a geek,
In every click,
There’s always a whore,
At every door.

These are the years,
That we never forget,
The names,
The scars,
The jokes,
The pranks,
The jocks,
The nerds,
The losers,
The preps,
The loners,
The emos,
The scenes,
The Goths,
And the prissy,
There’s a click for every group.

Everyone belongs to one,
They were never fun,
There was always one to shine above the sun,
It was one group of a kind.

These are the years,
That we never forget,
The names,
The scars,
The jokes,
The pranks,
The jocks,
The nerds,
The losers,
The preps,
The loners,
The emos,
The scenes,
The Goths,
And the prissy,
There’s a click for every group.

There’s always that one group,
That shines above the rest,
One that doesn’t follow the rules,
One that has more than one kind in it,
That group is what I like to call my own,
My home.

These are the years,
That we never forget,
The names,
The scars,
The jokes,
The pranks,
The jocks,
The nerds,
The losers,
The preps,
The loners,
The emos,
The scenes,
The Goths,
And the prissy,
There’s a click for every group.

We were unlike any other,
We had,
Preps,
Goths,
Emos,
Scenes,
Jocks,
Nerds,
And losers,
But on the inside we are all losers.

These are the years,
That we never forget,
The names,
The scars,
The jokes,
The pranks,
The jocks,
The nerds,
The losers,
The preps,
The loners,
The emos,
The scenes,
The Goths,
And the prissy,
There’s a click for every group.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010