"State Final Sorrows"

Senior softball the end of a long quest
A great season we really did our best
A team with a bond like no other
I trust them as much as I trust my own brother

We fought and fought every game
When we made it to state finals we knew we were not lame
The suspense was built and the tensions rose
We knew we would defeat our worthy foes

The game is on but something is amiss
Reality hits us like a bittersweet kiss
Our morale drops as we see the end
But not giving up hope that there may be something around the bend.

Our loss is clear and our emotions are high
We sob until our tears run dry
It ends our season but not our fellowship
I would not have chosen anyone else with whom to share this hardship

"Wanted Dead or Alive"

A laptop is a student's best friend

no matter the size, shape, or brand.

It holds all your pictures, files and records.

Have some fun and play Angry Birds.

Yesterday I opened up my laptop

only to find myself being stopped.

Apparently the FBI is looking for me,

dang you cybernetic security!

There's no way this isn't a virus

This just shows you never can trust,

websites that offer pirated games.

Now I'm being completely framed.

How am I supposed to do my work?

There's no library time because of sports.

I lost everything I did in school until now

I'll have to redo it all which makes me frown :(

"High School Student Economy"

Yesterday, while I was laying in bed

I became troubled with a thought in my head

I realized a minimum wage salary

with no tips that people would give to me,

does not create a large enough income

to be worth it in the long run.

So why save my money now?

I make so little for the sweat on my brow

I'm going to spend all the money I make.

I'll by an accordion, an expensive steak

Yes, this is my decision, an end to my rage!

No more will I be a foot soldier for the cages

Student workers should be payed higher

Company managers are cheap liars

that take advantage of people like me

cut back by parents desperate for money.

 

"My Race Against Time"

I'm half asleep behind the counter of my job
when my old coach comes in and gives me a nod.
"Are you ready for this season," they said on the spot,
"tryouts are this friday! Don't tell me you forgot."
My heart almost stopped, I swore in skipped a beat,
because that's when I realized my papers aren't complete!
"Mom call the doctor!" I screamed over the phone,
and after that I rushed all the way home.

I got my physical, it's the day before tryouts
I had to get two shots but I tried not to pout.
There was to no way to tell if I'd be cleared
As the day drew nearer, I was enveloped in fear.
But I handed in my papers so I have some hope,
Mr. Ricciardelli will come through like the pope