Today,
My english teacher,
with blonde curly hair
and the body figure of a stick,
told me,
that I am no good at poetry.
a heated argument then arose,
poetry techniques were
flown everywhere from two
different airports; our mouths,
and because I have the temper
of a four year old,
I hit her.
She was knocked out
and blood dribbled from her nose.
Later,
after she came to,
she apologized,
but I'm still deciding
whether or not
I should let her out
of the classroom
supplies cupboard.
Fictional, except the part about telling me I **** at poetry. I don't actually hit people or lock them in supply cupboards, haha, I'm not a lunatic.