A Wish to Bunk Death

Lights are blaring,I can hear the shouts,Looking at you, I feelA faint crawl of doubt. It’s been long sinceWe have pulled the strings,Turned slaves to our lives,It feels nice to be kings. He loved breaking rules,I loved hanging out,Breaking all the norms,We snuck away through a blackout. The doctor and the nursesWould die in worry,But