NOTE: The civility room, at my high school, was a type of room for period-only in-house suspension. What this means is that if you pissed off the teacher of a certain class, they could send you to the civility room for, say, three class periods so that everyone could calm down. Supposedly, this room was to teach us to be civil adults, but all it ever did was make us late for our next class since it was so far out of the way.

White walls, plain and empty

Place for punishment

Students strewn about in timeless boredom

Some with work, others with naps

Heads buried into the hard desks

Each cursing the civility room

The plain walls with no decor

Only that left by students past

A few words to commemorate Liam Walsh

Some words to eternalize Smokie's passage

Each student only has these decorations to see

To read over and over again

Until the bell that releases them

But always each cursing the civility room

How to stay alive in this accursed hellhole?

Some play games, others read, and still others talk

No talking or food is the only main rule

Talk to oneself, or each other

Move around to hear those familiar sounds

Anything really

And still, each cursing the civility room

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