HEY SOCIETY, you don't really like us, so what do we do? so we give in to stringing up all of our words from our emotions and call it poetry the same poetry that is left on the doorstep at strictly three o'clock am in the morn with the corners of the dollar store notebook torn hey society, how about you share some of our deep inner pain's blame?
SINCERELY, the chaotic souls, adrenaline junkies, cursed delinquents, paranoid teens, and fluorescent adolescents.
|first official poem on hello poetry |song of the poem: "fluorescent adolescent" by arctic monkeys