In the gym of the middle school,
Some people mad, some people glad.
First we thought it was a drug search,
Now we know its a bomb put here by a fool.
Dejavoe of before,
Everyone's back on the gym floor.
Second time of the year,
I have a feeling there will be more.
Almost found a pattern in the calls.
But it fell through like a nail through walls.
Guess I'll keep thinking or leave it to the pros.
They're doing well, all in all.
People calming down,
Still nothing has been found.
More time we must wait,
For them to search the school's grounds.
Some people losing their minds.
Some coverin it up by bein kind.
People start losing their cool,
Teachers feeling like their hands are in bind.
People gettin mad,
People gettin bad.
It's not the same as before,
This time nobody is glad.
People can leave now if they wish,
But into the school we may not persist.
We must leave our things if we want to go,
So the urge we must resist.
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