Degorram Posted January 11, 2008 Report Share Posted January 11, 2008 Waking in a gloom Pulling out my hair Heralding the doom Of mondays everywhere Walking through the halls In everpresent ire Laugh as someone falls Setting things on fire Scream at stupid heads As they laugh and poke Soon they will be dead No more stupid jokes Gnawing on the chair Scratching at the wall All my classmates stare On the floor I crawl Riding the bus home Glare at passing cars Rip up this new poem Of Monday pain and scars Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Degorram Posted January 11, 2008 Author Report Share Posted January 11, 2008 Of course, the death is figurative. However dark this poem is supposed to be funny.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted January 11, 2008 Report Share Posted January 11, 2008 Heh. I like this. Sums up the feelings of Mondays of late. For some reason the meter reminds me of some Insane Clown Posse songs I like. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OxygenPlant Posted January 12, 2008 Report Share Posted January 12, 2008 Love it. I can totally relate. Nicely done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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