Mar 27, 2006 06:38
The girl next to me keeps bumping my elbow when I write
My pencil broke
I have the hickups
My hands hurt
I'm terribly tired
I'm hungary
I want a green card so I'm writing alot
I can't see I left my green glasses in my locker
Jesus didn't make me a poet
I'm bored
How do you write a poem when your bored
My teacher is making me
I don't even know how
It's either you know how to write poetry or you don't
I can't concentrate
My friend is all up in my ear about his redneck girlfriend
The girl next ot me her book cover is to bright it's blinding me
It smells over hear
Why don't people leave me alone
I can't believe I am doing this
Is poetry nessecary
If there is no poetry is everyone going to die