"dweebs" poems
Did they live the life projected
In their high school yearbook?
Did they take the wife selected
Why not take a look?
Geeks and Dweebs and Superstars
Smile back from ancient pages
Going back to high school now
To read the writings from the sages
Voted "The Most something"
Gave one a certain goal to reach
But, the weekend after graduation
These titles were lost on some lone beach
Did Mr. "Most Likely to Succeed"
Ever make his millions
Or is he working at the daily grind
Like so many other billions?
Most Likely to Become a Mom
That's a title that's too cheesy
What exactly did it mean?
Is this girl just one who's easy?
Most Likely to become Prime Minister
Not a chance in hell 'round here
Debating was not a skill
That we were taught I fear
Did the person picked "Most Likely to....
Have a leg up on the rest
Were they picked for popularity
Or were they really just the best
Our "Most Likely to win a Nobel Prize"
because his Chemistry marks were great
Is now working as a bartender
At a bar that's open late
"Most Likely to be a famous rock star"
Now, there's a title to hang on to
Ours, works in geology
So, they didn't miss by far
Look back and laugh at what you see
This book is just a snap
Of people from your life you knew
Some who fell into the trap
A title of "Most Likely To..."
Shouldn't determine who you'll be
For if it does, then you must
be someone who didn't learn to see
We had a girl get shot to death
She never got a yearbook name
But, she was killed robbing a bank years back
And now that's her claim to fame
Doctors, Lawyers, warehousemen
They were all there in our school
Some were picked "Most Likely to.."
Most were not, and that's cool
If you know a "Most Likely To..."
And they became what they were told
Close the book, and leave it shut
You're the one who struck gold
You made a choice to move along
And make a life, to make you ..YOU
And you didn't need a high school tag
To say..."Most Likely To....."
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
The 90's called and they want you to love me so do it already
it's not that I can't make you
it's that the 90's really wants you and I
to wear flannel with ripped jeans and backwards hats
to listen to sugar ray and make out at
a skate park
our pooka shell necklaces will tangle
as sugar ray exclaims
"all around the world, statues crumble for me"
you could be the Cat half to my dog half
we could soul skate and catch beef
with all the dweebs
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
You see a guy like me
Will enjoy weather like this,
I will smile and see
And have a face filled with bliss
Music is my reality
All means much to I,
In fact its more peacefully
Than bells beggining to chime
When I think of this girl
I would imagine her in front of me,
Bright and shiny as a pearl,
And us smilling at eachother like a couple of dweebs
So much joy
Yet so much pain,
I'm just a young boy
That has a lot more to gain
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
Emoji crowds
emoji brains from state welfare
they think and write in emojis
no critical faculties to discern or reason
with the attention span of ants they see the world in emoji
laughable semi-illiterates trashed un education
by asians and foreigners who fill all the unis
and now take all the top posts
earning mega salaries
while our dunces play computers games and think and write
emojis
and the dweebs think others are like them
mass produced cannon fodders
relevant in their irrelevances
sound bites and emojis drunkards
planting stupidity
does anybody remembers 'Planters Nuts' yes, off course the're nuts
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC