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Boiling Mad Bops

April 23, 2021

Let’s face it, it has been a frustrating year. Fortunately, some students in Mr. Coon’s Creative Writing class found a way to vent their frustration about the year using one of the newest trends in poetry, the bop. Created by activists in the late ’90s, the bop is a form that is used to express frustration and anger, using a conversational style and popular song lyrics. From concern over China’s treatment of the people of Hong Kong to sports teams to relationships, these students put their anger on full display in a healthy, constructive way. Here are our favorites.


Ruined by the Rich

Russel Wood, senior

Made by the poor, ruined by the rich,

Turned into a monopoly by the top–

All the fans want is for the teams to drop,

The fans that made the sport left

To rot watching the teams they love

Become the dreaded enemy.


We didn’t start the fire.


The years of lost sleep to watch games,

The hundred of dollars spent on gear,

The thousands of tears we can’t get back

All lost and stolen from us by the rich

Who would gladly stab us in the back.

They just see sports as a cash cow.

The rich, which we trusted with these teams,

Have turned their backs to make an extra penny.


We didn’t start the fire.


With the Premier League ruined,

The Bundesliga is where we must go.

The villains have turned to heroes in days.

Real fans will not support the league–

They will change to different teams or leave

As sports are made by the people, not the owners.


We didn’t start the fire.


My Social Media Addiction

Megan Zrubek, senior

You always leave. That’s all you do.

Every day, I keep searching for a reprieve

From you, but every post and notification

Is a tease– Seeing you at every click

Makes me want to just pack up and leave.

Then maybe I can finally be able to grieve.


I bet breakin’ up was easy in the ‘90s.


Your body is not near, yet your voice I still hear.

You’re like an addiction, and I wonder

If I will ever be able to get clean.

You make me feel like such a teenager,

And seeing you around town is much harder

Than I thought it would be. I just wish

You would leave me alone, but

You won’t leave the corners of my mind.


I bet breakin’ up was easy in the ‘90s.


I delete the texts and pictures.

I turned the notifications off and hid your profile.

I have to train myself to leave my phone at home

So my mind can be free from you,

Knowing what you’re doing, your location,

Seeing who you’re with now…


I bet breakin’ up was easy in the ‘90s


Cowering Before Their Might

Emily Noyes, freshman

Why do you feel

a need to conquer?

Where is your compassion?

Do you need to trample

hopes and dreams to survive?

Riding power anyplace you please.


Do you understand what

the martyrs stood for?


Compassion isn’t in your

dictionary, it’s take

and take alike.

They stay defiant against

you, their umbrellas and candles 

are our proof.

Yet you insist on crushing hope

and we are powerless to stop you.


Do we understand what

the martyrs stood for?


Under the threat of war

we cower under your might.

We don’t dare go against you.

Selfishly, we watch in horror

as you mow them down without mercy.

And we just watch it happen.


Do we understand what

the martyrs stood for?


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