I like to write poetry in my spare time. . .I don't think I'm good at all, but some of my friends totally disagree with me. . .Here's a poem I wrote recently (and don't tell me I'm EMO, they're not all like it):
Why do we all,
Ignore what is right?
Why do so many,
Insist that we fight?
How can we live,
When nothing seems bright?
Why can't we fix this,
Try as we might?
How come some people,
Burn kittens on grills?
Why does raping small children,
Give some people thrills?
Why do people premote,
This war that kills?
Why does this not make,
Most people get chills?
Why do people care less,
About others than money,
How's it gotten so smoggy,
We can't tell when it's sunny?
Why do some people find,
Others' pain funny?
Whatever happened to,
"You catch more flies with honey?"
How sad must you be,
To cut your own wrist?
What makes people so angry,
To resort to their fist?
Why do little things,
Make some people so pissed?
How can we not think,
There's something we've missed?
2006-07-23
04:48:27
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