The Tarzan
Here he comes, the kid running down the hall;
His antics are large, but his brain is small,
Skinny shirt, straight jeans, and chucks on his feet,
Everyone's sitting down, he's out his seat.
"The loudest one in our grade", some would say,
But nonetheless, he isn't one to obey.
Cops know his name,
Strangers think he's insane,
But he doesn't care, rather drink champagne.
Living life to the max everyday,
He makes sure his youth doesn't go astray.
When they ask him, "Why are you just so weird?"
He replies, "What's normal?" and disappears.
He says "Carep Diem" with glee at lunch,
Eating ten chicken patties with fruit punch.
Later Days
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