Glass in chemistry class

It sits around it's friend shoe,
Waiting for the foot that belongs to you,
Running in chemistry class,
You happened to step on the tinniest piece of glass,
You stare at the bleeding grotesque in your foot,
Then your stupid teacher takes a look,
But cause of this interlude only from him fury occurs,
As from you the class has been disturbed,
So detention for you is the case,
All this for the neglect of your shoe and shoelace.

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