Kiley in italics
Just Kyle in regular text
Spencer and Kyle in bold
And so it begins...
At poets I laugh
Silly boys with their rhyming
here I sit smiling
gracefully moving
She smiles at my poem
I smile at hers.
She burns all my books
I cry all the time, never over
She is my new fav
I cry when books burn,
Angrily kill those who burn
Even my new faves
She giggles all day
try to kill but always fail
She will live forever
None live forever
Though the war will never end.
We're back in the game
You silly little
youngster and second class guys
I will always win
Powerful, she is
yet she has less "class" than we.
She cannot beat us
two plus three is five
Indeed, but two men do not equal
that of one woman
In their clutter'd brains
Women make odd equations
that just make no sense
men cannot add things
men will never understand
the ways women speak
When girls start to speak
All we hear is rabble ra-
bble rabble rabble
Open up your ears
You have lost this game today
I'm done and win, bitch.
Kiley exits