Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Stupid Preppies
Output (English): they stare at me down the hall i wear black hair spike in the back i'm different that's why they hate me that's why they wan na try to make me lose my mind and fall fall down to the dark path of anger and insanity they hate me they mistreat me they do n't understand me and really do n't want to so what if i do n't look the same and blast my rock music i hate them