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Monday, September 22, 2008

A tribue to the Cca where nobody grew up

It was his home,
a home away from home,

it wasn't school like what many people thought
but it was a room inside the school.

a special room,
where everything was a joke.

this was where he spent his happiest moments
enjoying every bit of time he spent inside

the craziness,
the madeness,
the nonsense
and the wonderful people

it was a place where he grew up
a place where he's inner child roam
a place rather where nobody grew up.

The clueless steroetyped
that the room was for guys with an influx of Y chromosomes.
but the guys inside,
were nothing like the stereotyped image

they were all proper,
straight and
pretty strong.

yes and the best part was,
some had girls.

the room was a escape route
an escape
from reality,
from the coldness of the world,
from stres
from demands
from deadlines
from wars
from disputes

that was a room, where all worries dissapeard.

the room, was unlike any other room,
the people inside were great friends,
friends you know,
that will never forget you
no matter where you go,
friends who would be there for you,
friends with hugs
that felt warmer
than a burning fire place in winter

we screwed up majorly,
as long as we're in the room,

but we had fun,

we broke rules
countless

but we had fun,

we got locked,
once

major fun!

we made a fool of ourselves in public
laughed at tiny dicks

major fun!

we performed,
cause we belonged on stage

and we had fun

we bashed for birthdays
and made a mess of walkways and clearings

major fun

we scrawled and vandalise
never got caught

and we had fun

we were nomads once
but we fought for what we thought was right

such politics

we screwed the school majorly
and we made sure our voices were heard

such politics

we did busted campaigning,
screwed them majorly

such politics

such fun.

The room where the drama kids own.
drama kids rock my earmuffs off!

the room where there were no rules
no laws
no policies
just fun
nonsense
and
lots of love

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