Nov 29, 2003 20:36
there aint no-one home,
they've left long time gone,
and their rusty old mailbox
is drawn out and wan.
A toast to my life,
that I gave you for free,
you're killing me slowly,
so damn you, IB!
Must there be meaning
in every last word?
I'm the Queen of "BS"-ing,
-most call me a nerd.
You've taught me to think,
but not to believe,
you've stopped me from writing,
so damn you, IB!
I've got scoliosis,
my grammar is tweaked,
I speak with large words that
I dont really need.
You've shown me the reason
why man is so weak,
Alas, I'm still living,
so damn you, IB!
Screw formal language,
its none of my kin,
and screw Harvard Law School,
'cause I won't get in.
College is one more
ephemeral dream,
my G.P.A.'s wretched,
so damn you, IB!
[I also wrote a really addictive melody that goes along with this....muahahahahaha]
[and yes, there are a few lines that still need work]