Clocked

I’ll tell you what makes me tick. Crowds of crappy, chavvy, chatty chavs. Pretty, petty, prissy populars. Make-up, make-up, make-up in the mirrors. MOVE! Want to wash your worthy working hands? MOVE MORONS! These are thoughts every day, Tuesday, Thursday, break-time, there. MOVE MAJESTIES! That’s three times. Care? Do we? No, now __MOVE!__ Bloody school bathrooms.