Massacre of Donuts
Today in Spanish we got no donuts
The boys had won the contest
But for many reasons it was quite unfair
And I have a feeling you'd agree
I strongly dislike many things
But this time was the worst
We would have won there is no doubt
But she said we would ALL get donuts
All the girls got were gummy bracelets
Which were hard to eat with braces
And when the teacher lies about giving away donuts
Hatred rises from inside and my eyes get burning hot
And what I can control
Except for this specific instance
Is my evil, evil glare
that can scare anyone to death
I wanted to hurt every guy in the room
I wanted to spill blood from hands
Although I didn't kill anyone
Just today in Spanish class
This is what I call
The MASSACRE OF DONUTS
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