On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering
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| I Am John's Stomach Pains. On The Precipice of Mediocrity, Teetering |
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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. Weak I remember Hearing "We all want to be Obi-wan"; and believing "But the truth is there's Vader in us, too"; and not believing Foolish I could have tried harder It didn't let me I blame it on the dark side But no When push came to shove Foolish I have to cave, under the hot early morning flashlight I saw the leather Lying. Baking. Begging. To be taken To be returned I tried. Why won't you believe me I really tried Just not enough. So I bought toys Dinner Comic books Even gas 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! (4) 4 Comments:
I say you should have gone to the Tashy Station to pick up some power converters.
By Yea ever since the okjtmj came out they just arent in demand.
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I think you're too defensive. Granted, I'm not a great judge of poetry, but I liked it.
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Mom, how did you get MC's password?
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"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." 100 Bullets #42 | |||||
