For the eyes of three only, slick being one.

A poem dedicated to...I'm not even sure...

Kait went on a date,
with a boy I kinda hate. (J/K)
They were out really late,
and even learned to skate.
(On the frozen ground)

I wonder what they talked about,
I hope that he just SPIT IT OUT!
If it's not good news I'll break his face,
but other-wise I'll get off his case.

I don't want to go to school,
because my Humanities teacher is a tool.
Maybe I'll just drop off the planet,
that way I won't have to can it.