Friday, April 23, 1982

POEM - Tottenville High School

Tottenville High School

Tottenville, Tottenville what a place,
Once you're in there's no escape.

Through those gates you will find,
The security guards can read your mind.

With there walkie talkies you see,
They can grab you, one, two, three.

Call a unit, call a friend,
In this school it never ends.

With the wardens in the hall,
Show 'em a pass or they will call.

Walk the halls and you will find,
Vandalism is the crime.

Graduate after four,
If you're bad there is more.

Now this poem is complete,
See, my warden is a creep.


This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was in class in my Junior year, and all of a sudden I woke up to creativity. LOL. Actually I was in charge of the record player during a slide show. I feel asleep, made the record scratch; then got yelled at and sent to the back of the room, at which time I wrote this.