Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Middle School Mayhem

Middle school is such a bore,
Crowds of students rushing to the door,
Teachers scolding the innocent,
But ignoring the clearly incompetent,
Conductor-like teachers, shameful of their class,
Class is in session while students pass various gas.

Flirting, snagging, and butt-pinching too,
The lives of a middle schooler are long past due,
Dating, kissing, and hugging as well,
I'm sure this don't happen to the Farmer in the Dell,
Noisy classrooms and crazy teachers,
Students, teachers, principals, and auditorium preachers.

Cafeteria food crawling off your plate,
The cafeteria food, so much I hat*,
Talk of the warts, lice, and wake-up pimples,
Why are you staring at me with those huge dimples,
Everyone always in an unnecessary spat,
Always about this and that and "You ran over my cat!".

There goes the morning bell,
I'm goin' in, and wish me well!

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