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Today in poetry my teacher told me my poem was good. There was no critism at all! here it is. Tell me what you think.
In the Mental State of Texas
With my feet of concrete
I schlep through an empty space.
Finding direction was never so hard.
The North Star chased me east.
The map upside-down in my hand
says go south.
I should listen to my throbbing
headache telling me to sleep,
but today I want overachieve,
even though every step is in
the wrong direction.
I just want to be somewhere.
Scott Morrow
In the Mental State of Texas
With my feet of concrete
I schlep through an empty space.
Finding direction was never so hard.
The North Star chased me east.
The map upside-down in my hand
says go south.
I should listen to my throbbing
headache telling me to sleep,
but today I want overachieve,
even though every step is in
the wrong direction.
I just want to be somewhere.
Scott Morrow