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i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
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"Number sixty five!"
sparks of grease that sting like bees
people floating around hungrier than
twelve beast on a journey to no where
tables need to be washed and floors
swept and the tea needs to be refilled
"You forgot your change, Sir."
you play the same song again and again
you tell me the things that I should do
in such a way that I just instinctivly obey
I catch myself admiring the light brown
color in your eyes so I tell myself I'm
crazy and the tea needs to be refilled
"Okay, that will be five eighty eight"
too many years in between
sixteen years older
but that is hard to say
you look so young
I can't believe that
there is one and another
on the way
"Can you go wash this for me?"
things are constantly forgotten and
instantly remembered due to the hectic
nature of the place while food is
dropped and things are left spilled on the
floor I feel like crawling to you and
about the tea needing to be refilled
"Ya'll are out of tea.