two new poems. the first one is untitled. wait no it's called "explosive dynamo demon apocalypse!"

[onceapolytyto]

i don't know why i took this class
i never even read.
i only work enough to pass
and even that is ted-
ious as any other task
for any other course.
"and longer still?!" i always ask,
as if by mental force
i could provoke the clock to tick
the time of going home...
it doesn't work. to make it quick,
i think i'll write a poem.

- -

"to any number of beautiful girls
with whom i have never had a conversation"

i know you have a fatal flaw;
please wear it on your sleeve.
i'm sick of paying you my awe
and pining when you leave.
i know that hiding underneath
your so-alluring locks
(a dagger in a jeweled sheath)
are all your dirty socks.
i'm not accusing you of lies
or saying you are bad,
but i have fallen for your eyes
and it has made me sad.