This world disgusts me
With its selfish desires
Lacking faithfulness

*s.q.

And she thinks her thick mascara and
Glittery eyeshadow hides the way she
rolls her eyes dramatically,
And how she
angles her body slightly away from
Me, but very very much more towards
The other student.

The better one, the
Goody-two-shoes, the one with the
perfect grades, the talented one,
The hypocrite
Ohhh OF COURSE she's talented.
--in pretending, maybe.
Seriously? Are you that blind?

But what Ms "I know everything" doesn't know,
is how she goes around raising eyebrows at
Everyone who's not
As good as her,
How she puts on her mask, when a teacher
Stumbles into her radar, and
Rips it off when they disappear, a masterful disguise.

But what
Mr Know-it-all
doesn't know, Is what
happens when a student gets
detected. Once you're in quicksand,
There's no getting out, until you're
made to feel as if you're
worthless, Pure
carbon, when you
could be
a
diamond

All these poor, poor, poor
Teachers. Being fooled so easily, or
Perhaps,
It's just what they wish to see.
After all, everyone loves an angel
...right?
Even if its the devil

"All the worlds a stage"
To some people, I guess,
the world really is a stage.

i could spend my life in utter awkwardness
watching my brothers smoke and my sisters cry
aunties smiling and prolonging straightforwardness
my ***** cousins won’t ever say hi

i could spend my life sitting at the corner writing poems
about these drap people who refuse to stay in their homes
the kids would play hide and seek
the mannequins with heads up until it’s too awkward to not speak

skinny waists, blackened eyes, and porcelain faces
daru desi banging loud; turning us deaf
high heels; no flats no laces
horrible is the food beautifully prepared by the chef
(who, by the way, thinks we're unbelievably uncivilised)

i see them drenched in forgettum juice
they’re deep in drunken oblivion, you see
it’s incredible - when they say ‘let loose’
’cause their eyes pry when you let yourself free

the ladies enjoy their liberation;
those poor oppressed dearies
no more doting on their husbands in juxtaposed veneration
they give a grave attempt to personify their reveries

the men enjoy pelvic thrusting
they’re sly crooks who love lusting

i guess i’ll be alright;
for a mere few minutes, if i’m out of sight

The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet

Hey you
ignorant uneducated
prideful loathsome
self-righteous glib
donkey

Take your opinions
Dice em up
Marinate them
Throw em in a ***
Bring to a boil
And simmer on low

Plate it
With bias on the side
Stare at your meal
And salivate
Like the dog you are

Chew it slow
Taste every bitter
Gritty crumb

Maybe then you'll
See your reflection
In the bottom
Of your dish

And be just as
Disgusted as me.