2002-02-06 - 4:36 p.m.
I feel inspired. Actually, I feel that overtired feeling that gives you the illusion that anything you do is witty. Here's some poetry straight from the soul. And no, it's not in "iambic pentameter" like Mrs. Suhay tried to learn me today. And it doesn't rhyme because I'm lazy. I just prefer no punctuation.
Why did everybody turn punk
I don't feel like buying new clothes with spikes on them
I like some punk music but it's not all I listen to
I don't want to be a poser
The people in my school think they're rebelling
They are just copying out of teen magazines
Britney Spears wore a Punk Princess baby-tee and suddenly everybody thinks they look good in plaid pants with safety pins
Preppy people are just as scary
I'm tired of collars and stripes
And things that say "American Eagle Circa 1977"
People who actually liked punk rock before it became trendy
Should kick the WHS students asses
People who are strictly preppy
Should learn to think for themselves.
