New Rant
so I got home form my french field trip at Ti Couz, and was literally bored out my mind. I was stuffed from eating too much, exhausted from worrying that something weird was going to happen to all of us, exhausted from eating too much food, tired from laughing too much, and basically just plain ol' tired from doing TOO MUCH. So what did I do? LAUNDRY!!! It was super duper amounts of fun, let me tell you. Once I did that though, I started thinking about my classes, (BTW: I got a B on my AP Gov final!!! SUPER JUICED!!!) and how last time in creative writing I wrote a terrible TERRIBLE rant. I decided to retry my rant, and I ended up with this:
Queen Bees
Yeah that’s right
I see you
You, that girl with the long blonde hair
You know,
The one that goes all the way
Down there
Yeah I see you.
You
The girl with the arrogant stare
Her nose
Way up in the air
Not a care in the world
As if angels walk in your footsteps
Yeah
We can all see you
You in your too short skirt
Even though you look
Like angelina Jolie with that booty
Instead
You squeeze that ass of yours into a size 2
For all the world to see
Your butt jumping like compressed
basketballs in too small of a hoop
Yeah.
I see that
Even though you think your all that
With your straight A’s
And your perfect complection
The one that hasn’t gotten a zit in two years
Because you got proactive
While your mother can easily pay the taxes
And you don’t have to work for shit
Because your daddy can fix it
With a slip
Of the ATM card from his wallet
While your clackity shoes tramp down the hallways
Clacking all the way
Like horses on parade.
Yeah,
I can hear that
While others show their fear in every step you take
Afraid to compete with such perfection
Even though their genuine soul
Is better than yours
And you can’t even see it
While the other girls envy to be you
While you walk between guy after guy
Sitting on top of their laps individually
As if their laps were your throne for all to see
Because you are free
To be the hoe of the hallway
Yeah.
No one here is blind to you, ya see
Because we’ve known about you for years
You made it very clear when you showed up around here
That we were all inferior beings
And you
The queen bee of high school
That you were the one with the good gene pool
The tool for the job to get ahead
So it’s apparent that we need to act just like you
The members of your court
The jesters of the reject croud
All the art freaks
And wannabees
The jocks
And the hip hop rapers
We are just meer amusements
For the mean lean
Bitch machine
That cranks out the image of you
Because we all know you
You’re the girl that writes your number in the public bathroom stall
The one strutting down the hall
The tall
Long
Model to be
In your too tight of jeans
And the overly sinched up shirt
That one that says something like
“kiss me I’m irish”
even though your only 1/5th
the one with huge tits
and you’re just lovin’ it
because every guy here can see you
Because you are the answer to their prayers
The Jessica Alba of the suburbs
The envy to everyones eye
Kissing every frog that comes your way
Hoping that it will be a prince
Since
everyone else has proven to be such failures
but you know that it’s not important
you have friends in high places
the others with the pretty faces
the other girls who are exactly like you
in this overcrouded high school
with cool people hanging out exclusively with you
you know it just makes me sick
that you can just pick
who you can tourment with one look
it just makes me wish
that there was someone else to take your place
a girl with an even prettier face
who could go and tramp her way around to first base
before you could even see you’ve been replaced
wouldn’t that be just great?
Only...
It wouldn’t.
Because without you
There wouldn’t be something to try and overcome
There wouldn't be me writing the words to this here poem
There wouldn’t a world where everything was too easy
Because then everyone would become the queen bee
And there would be too many bitches in this sea
When all I wanted was to be me
Free from the people like you
I guess I should that you instead.
Because even though I see you
And even though I secretly want to be you
You are what keeps me grounded
From ending up a slut like you
So thank you queen bee
Of the teens
You just helped me figure out
How to be exactly the kind of girl I want to be
And that type of girl
Is me
yeah basically I like this one a lot better. Let me know what you think. It may be kind of mean, and even though I would totally read this at the poetry slam, I have a feeling that I might offend someone, and I don't really want to do that. I might write another one that is way more rant like with the whole rhyming thing about college, but it kind of depends. I'm about to fall asleep, so maybe I'll save that one until tomorrow.
Queen Bees
Yeah that’s right
I see you
You, that girl with the long blonde hair
You know,
The one that goes all the way
Down there
Yeah I see you.
You
The girl with the arrogant stare
Her nose
Way up in the air
Not a care in the world
As if angels walk in your footsteps
Yeah
We can all see you
You in your too short skirt
Even though you look
Like angelina Jolie with that booty
Instead
You squeeze that ass of yours into a size 2
For all the world to see
Your butt jumping like compressed
basketballs in too small of a hoop
Yeah.
I see that
Even though you think your all that
With your straight A’s
And your perfect complection
The one that hasn’t gotten a zit in two years
Because you got proactive
While your mother can easily pay the taxes
And you don’t have to work for shit
Because your daddy can fix it
With a slip
Of the ATM card from his wallet
While your clackity shoes tramp down the hallways
Clacking all the way
Like horses on parade.
Yeah,
I can hear that
While others show their fear in every step you take
Afraid to compete with such perfection
Even though their genuine soul
Is better than yours
And you can’t even see it
While the other girls envy to be you
While you walk between guy after guy
Sitting on top of their laps individually
As if their laps were your throne for all to see
Because you are free
To be the hoe of the hallway
Yeah.
No one here is blind to you, ya see
Because we’ve known about you for years
You made it very clear when you showed up around here
That we were all inferior beings
And you
The queen bee of high school
That you were the one with the good gene pool
The tool for the job to get ahead
So it’s apparent that we need to act just like you
The members of your court
The jesters of the reject croud
All the art freaks
And wannabees
The jocks
And the hip hop rapers
We are just meer amusements
For the mean lean
Bitch machine
That cranks out the image of you
Because we all know you
You’re the girl that writes your number in the public bathroom stall
The one strutting down the hall
The tall
Long
Model to be
In your too tight of jeans
And the overly sinched up shirt
That one that says something like
“kiss me I’m irish”
even though your only 1/5th
the one with huge tits
and you’re just lovin’ it
because every guy here can see you
Because you are the answer to their prayers
The Jessica Alba of the suburbs
The envy to everyones eye
Kissing every frog that comes your way
Hoping that it will be a prince
Since
everyone else has proven to be such failures
but you know that it’s not important
you have friends in high places
the others with the pretty faces
the other girls who are exactly like you
in this overcrouded high school
with cool people hanging out exclusively with you
you know it just makes me sick
that you can just pick
who you can tourment with one look
it just makes me wish
that there was someone else to take your place
a girl with an even prettier face
who could go and tramp her way around to first base
before you could even see you’ve been replaced
wouldn’t that be just great?
Only...
It wouldn’t.
Because without you
There wouldn’t be something to try and overcome
There wouldn't be me writing the words to this here poem
There wouldn’t a world where everything was too easy
Because then everyone would become the queen bee
And there would be too many bitches in this sea
When all I wanted was to be me
Free from the people like you
I guess I should that you instead.
Because even though I see you
And even though I secretly want to be you
You are what keeps me grounded
From ending up a slut like you
So thank you queen bee
Of the teens
You just helped me figure out
How to be exactly the kind of girl I want to be
And that type of girl
Is me
yeah basically I like this one a lot better. Let me know what you think. It may be kind of mean, and even though I would totally read this at the poetry slam, I have a feeling that I might offend someone, and I don't really want to do that. I might write another one that is way more rant like with the whole rhyming thing about college, but it kind of depends. I'm about to fall asleep, so maybe I'll save that one until tomorrow.