Our School's Motto

The drum line is snap-popping
Dropping beats betwixt cheers
And sneers of 6th graders
when she walks up to the microphone
All alone and utters
The Words.

Absurd and obscene,
I'm standing in a sea of 8th grade boys
Egging on the noise.
Playing with entendres like toys
4th through 8th chanting
She's not recanting,
Instead enchanting, a snake charmer
Decanting Pandora with poise.

A rapper begins rapping
(No shit!)
Breath heavy and panting
(Oh shit!)
All the adult folk are thinking
But brains bursting with
Laughter
But we can't break or after
They'll remind us of the gutter
Where our heads are
So we stutter, and stifle
That smut, and smirking, suffer

We'll die if we don't offer
Up the school's new motto
Like winning numbers of the lotto
Follow with words victorious
more obvious than day-glow
Echo and frolic 'cross the yard
Phallic and no-holds barred--
"At M-----dick! Uh! We go hard."