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On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Immoral Past Since last night I told you about a pretty unselfish act, I thought I'd show you a pretty craptastical poem I wrote in college, detailing one of my not-so-shining moments growing up. Keep in mind, this was for a creative writing class... poetry was never my strong-suit, and it was an assignment. Also, since Blogger doesn't allow tabs or extra spaces, some of the structure is lost (think e.e. cummings), but it's close enough for a quick read.
"We all want to be Obi-wan"; and believing
"But the truth is there's Vader in us, too"; and not believing
I could have tried harder
It didn't let me
I blame it on the dark side
When push came to shove
I have to cave, under the hot early morning flashlight
I saw the leather
Lying. Baking. Begging.
To be taken
To be returned
Why won't you believe me
I really tried
Just not enough.
So I bought toys
So while he ponders
I stroll, assuaging the creeping guilt
Judging a book by a dirty cover
What kind of seventeen year old moron loses a wallet
Three hundred dollars, chump
I've waded in darkness
Again. posted by Holz | 10:02 AM | Rant & Rave, Bitches! (5)
I say you should have gone to the Tashy Station to pick up some power converters.
Impossible. The yzmrjb have complete control over the power converter market.
Yea ever since the okjtmj came out they just arent in demand.
I think you're too defensive. Granted, I'm not a great judge of poetry, but I liked it.
Mom, how did you get MC's password?
"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole."|
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