I was set to go to the
Hell School.
I signed up for a
Nerdy College.

I hade no friends,
and suddenly,
I had many.
(more like 7)

Everyone hated me,
but these people don't.
These people
are the chesse
to my macceroni.

Yes, I know that isn't spelled right.
But my posse
does not
care if I can't spell.

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