Yoinked!
OK, so I took this from Justin's journal, but I liked it.
This is a once in a lifetime chance. You can ask me any three questions about anything and I'll answer them, pure and simple. But you only have three questions..... So make 'em count.
Below is a poem I wrote today in Religion....about the idiots that sit around and next to me. Most of you know my disposition towards idiots that don't make me laugh, and so it's appropriately titled:
"Cold Fury"
I sit, listening to their laughter.
Chuckling, chortling delight.
The popular ones....illegal is funny to them.
And cheating...a way of life.
Girls titter for just a glance
A wink from their perfect eyes.
Hoping to someday become
Mrs. Perfect
Parties, the high life, smart ass remarks
They bank their life skills from 3rd grade.
Mocking the teacher with blantant disrespect like sarcastic vipers.
I am embarrassed for them.
Can they not see the irony of their lives?
Flippant remarks are the way of errant tongues.
Everything has its place, but not here.
You do it here, you breach my world of severity.
Yet you'll never keep the comments dripping with venom to yourself
Convinced the whole world must hear the ramblings of your idiocy.
Passing notes like gradeschool redundancy.
Giggling like the fools they are at their own small intellects.
All my life they prevail.
the world revolves around them and their demands.
Playing their little games, infuriating me further.
It never stops.
If only the the emptiness of their existance would consume them.
Finally they would be silenced....and I could be calm once more.
The would all just shut up. And disappear.
This is a once in a lifetime chance. You can ask me any three questions about anything and I'll answer them, pure and simple. But you only have three questions..... So make 'em count.
Below is a poem I wrote today in Religion....about the idiots that sit around and next to me. Most of you know my disposition towards idiots that don't make me laugh, and so it's appropriately titled:
"Cold Fury"
I sit, listening to their laughter.
Chuckling, chortling delight.
The popular ones....illegal is funny to them.
And cheating...a way of life.
Girls titter for just a glance
A wink from their perfect eyes.
Hoping to someday become
Mrs. Perfect
Parties, the high life, smart ass remarks
They bank their life skills from 3rd grade.
Mocking the teacher with blantant disrespect like sarcastic vipers.
I am embarrassed for them.
Can they not see the irony of their lives?
Flippant remarks are the way of errant tongues.
Everything has its place, but not here.
You do it here, you breach my world of severity.
Yet you'll never keep the comments dripping with venom to yourself
Convinced the whole world must hear the ramblings of your idiocy.
Passing notes like gradeschool redundancy.
Giggling like the fools they are at their own small intellects.
All my life they prevail.
the world revolves around them and their demands.
Playing their little games, infuriating me further.
It never stops.
If only the the emptiness of their existance would consume them.
Finally they would be silenced....and I could be calm once more.
The would all just shut up. And disappear.