I procrastinate.
So much wasted potential.
This poem ends with...
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'm to teach P.E.
That's short for Phys Ed, but it's
More like *********
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:52 PM UTC
Budding, nubile girls.
They call me Mr. P.E.
God I love my job.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
Pity Presidents,
Both hands firmly on The Wheel.
See how fast they age?
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:48 PM UTC
Our politicians
Enjoy the easiest jobs.
Won't you vote for me?
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
Bullies, puberty,
Homework, shockless school buses.
Don't you miss high school?
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
I don't understand
Why she gave me the clap when
It's not my birthday.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
A crime scene chalk line,
A red hand, blinking loudly,
"Give me a high five!"
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
There is more to life
Than writing small, profound truths.
...
Not sure what it is.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
There is a reason
Why bad things happen on Earth.
His name is Dubya.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 4:38 PM UTC