The short-sighted English teacher calls out,"You there at the back! Recite the poem I asked you all to learn!"
"I can't do that."
"May I ask what you were doing last night?" says the teacher.
"I drank a few pints with my mates, played some poker, did a few lines of coke and shagged my bird."
"That's unbelievable! I'm starting to wonder why you even bother coming to school."
"I'm here to repair the heating."
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Why is difficult to forget the pass. I have tried many times, it works sometimes .... I know somehow, i have to left it behind, or it will grow inside my body and ruin my life...
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A poem I wrote for my English assessment; Thin black strands floating in the wind. A face. It turned and grinned. A stranger from an outpost, Pale and translucent as a ghost.
They've give me scars. They've cut me up. They've made me there dummy. They've killed my spirit. And crushed my hope. But they forgot one thing, I'm not giving up..
I'm unique I don't care what you say Call me crazy high or stupid I'm unique I'm different every day Call me fugly and shy I'm no Cupid I'm unique and you can't tell me other wise Call me dumb ass or...
I'm working on a second part to "Born a Saint" which is somewhere in my list of Opuss's. I wrote that piece about a year ago, and never thought to go back to it until now.
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