People judge
When you eat fudge
It gets stuck in your teeth
And you feel like a piece of beef.
They always laugh
When you cough,
They hate your style
And your little smile
And they gossip
about the stuff
in the magazines
with the limousines
Oh, there is no point
to this poem
about the broken
dreams and bones
So, time is gone
And we are done,
An hour's passed,
Let's go have fun!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
Last year my family and I went to Thailand. We had lots of fun when we were there. On our way to Thailand in the plane I had to sit next t...
-
We were busy in Natural Sciences and then we heard an announcement to pack up, so we did, and went to the bus. It was the same bus that also...
-
What does my teacher do? She always goes at exactly ten to two! Maybe she’s doing something for science, Or maybe she’s part of an...
-
This year, instead of using our normal system of merit rewards, we'll be adding a tail to the monkey. This will now be a competition be...
No comments:
Post a Comment