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Friday, July 30, 2004


My poem to a gothic loser.
I say I am myself,
I say Preppies are lame,
I say that my souls on fire
I say I can’t be tamed.

I look like a mouner,
I act like I am tough,
I also look like a rooster,
With my non- conformist strut.

I listen to hate filed music,
I say that I am insane,
When asked why I am so evil,
I say my parents are to blame.

I have several piercings,
I have a big scar to,
I got my skin inked,
And I wear platform shoes.

I say I love my sex partner,
Even though I am still just a kid,
I lean over to them at night,
And say that was the best we did.

I bitch about politics,
Although I have no control,
I engage in atheist pro debate,
While listening to Korn’s Rock and Roll.

I read a lot about death,
And say I am a great vampire,
Despite the fact that labor,
Always quickly makes me prespire.

I have numerous wrist scars,
Yet I have yet to suceed,
Despite my numerous suicide attempts,
It seems I am just too weak.

I practice arcane arts,
And tell my future by the stars,
I masturbate to pics of elves,
Drawn on Magic Cards.

I shop at the Hot Topic,
I watch Invader Zim,
I have a dozen friends with benefits,
Including Raven, Luna, and Tim.

I laugh in gory movies,
I smoke lots of pot,
I am a shallow gothic loser kid,
And cool is what I am not.

My first and probably only poem. I am worried that maybe it is too long. that, and it doesn't really rhyme to good.

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