I guess my followers need rhyme to read my shit
honors english for four years i learned onomatopoeia
but also for four years I DID NOT LIKE IT A BIT
I HATED reading Homer, Joyce, and old fucking whit….
Shakespeare the one I hated the most
I really did fail the test on Macbeth
But it didn’t matter cause I could coast
on the grades I earned from my journal posts..
and I hated that journal, too….
My stepmom on faculty, I couldn’t be true.
…although I could take 200 pills, trying to suicide
my face would be green
but she didn’t care, not even to chide…
and because she taught there
my cutup wrists, no teacher would care
…even though they fucking saw them.
Btw…I loved Poe.
My friend, Edgar, was so fucking emo.
And so was Sylvia Plath.