I wanted to do something wild so I wrote this about my teacher. But Im nervous about having to read it out loud in class.
Here it is
The A.T.M took my card and asked to be fed a stray cat
I looked at it weird and just had to say
Wouldn’t you prefer a nice wet juicy rat than a cat?
But it wanted a cat and gave me no money that day
I heard on T.V that being without pants was the hip thing to do
It didn’t have to make sense, styles and conformity
But the people around me wore pants and I only had on shoes
And than I realized the T.V had lied to me
I visited my sister in Greece, in the great Aegean Sea
She is an anorexic mermaid who surfaces to puke on boys
She hugged me as I told her conformity made no sense to me
And when I cried, she soothed me with an underwater noise
Why do we have to write poetry like the people in the past?
With each class I feel less a poet and more a dope
And most of the pretty scenery poetry you hear today in class
Sounds like the exaggerated poetry you hear on commercials about soap
And to my narrow minded poetry teacher who learned poetry only from books
And if the above line should offend him than to him I will say
I’ll tell him poetry is everywhere and in everything, if you just put the books down and look!
And I’d much rather be honest with you than live with a degrading grade A
2007-02-24
06:05:19
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