Fuck Graduation

3 years of hell,

3 years of shit.

3 years of lovely people.

3 years of self-discovery.

And what does it all come down to?

Three hours of awkward sweaty,

standing around, listen to pricks,

talk about how much of a big deal it was.

You know what? Fuck it.

Fuck people making mountains,

out of mole hills.

Fuck em.

Hey, guess what? Screw it.

Screw people who don't care about you,

teachers, administrators, and adults,

saying that they care about you.

Give me a shot.

Give me a slap on the back.

A nod and a wink,

is ten times better then this pompous crap.

So, i'll be the guy, in the front row.

With the big grin, and snazzy clothes,

it's what my parents want,

and they deserve that.

But to you fancy teachers,

with your little piece of paper.

Who don't care about me,

and can't wait for the next batch.

Fuck you,

and Fuck graduation too.