(no subject)
Poetry class? This class is a fucking joke-- can they fail you for a poem's subject matter? I got a fucking assignment back with an automatic failure. No notes, no corrections. Teacher wanted me to see her after class.
Apparently she didn't like the fact that I uh.
DON'T FUCKING CENSOR MYSELF.
The poem in question:
My skin crawls and I can't quite make out this sensation
Reminded of saccharine-flavored shit you attempt to force-feed to every other dumb cunt in your idiots' village
Your two cents swell full into the deaf ears of the blinded masses
Rotting flesh like living walking dead
Stumble through life choking on their own vomit
It stings like a poison as I shove the needle into the back of your throat
Just be sure to wipe the cum stains from your mouth after you suck me off
Don't try to speak or fake a smile
You're supposed to cry
Supposed to drown in the blood
That feeds into my ego's masturbation
Scream for me
You know it turns me on.
This is fucking bullshit.
The assignment was "to write a poem on your personal philosophy." Didn't I fulfill the fucking assignment?
Sakon
Interview tomorrow, right?
...I uh, I managed to score backstage passes to Yellow Machinegun.
I don't have anyone to bring, and I have two.
Come with me?
/Sakon
[ooc warning: The poem is NSFW.]
Apparently she didn't like the fact that I uh.
DON'T FUCKING CENSOR MYSELF.
The poem in question:
My skin crawls and I can't quite make out this sensation
Reminded of saccharine-flavored shit you attempt to force-feed to every other dumb cunt in your idiots' village
Your two cents swell full into the deaf ears of the blinded masses
Rotting flesh like living walking dead
Stumble through life choking on their own vomit
It stings like a poison as I shove the needle into the back of your throat
Just be sure to wipe the cum stains from your mouth after you suck me off
Don't try to speak or fake a smile
You're supposed to cry
Supposed to drown in the blood
That feeds into my ego's masturbation
Scream for me
You know it turns me on.
This is fucking bullshit.
The assignment was "to write a poem on your personal philosophy." Didn't I fulfill the fucking assignment?
Sakon
Interview tomorrow, right?
...I uh, I managed to score backstage passes to Yellow Machinegun.
I don't have anyone to bring, and I have two.
Come with me?
/Sakon
[ooc warning: The poem is NSFW.]