He got expelled this time.

He wasn't sent to
In-school suspension
Or lunch detention
Or the counselor's office.

He was expelled from
Fairfax County Public Schools.

And his friends all freaked.

They sat outside the school
Every morning
And wouldn't go in
To protest.

They signed a petition
That called him a
"Well rounded student"
And
"Well loved by the student body."

I didn't love Brian.
I hated Brian.

Brian was the kid
Who always
Made the class
Stay late.

He was the kid who
Went through the halls
Grabbing peoples butts.

He was the kid that
All the guys wanted to be
And all the girls wanted to have.

And instead of sending him off
To West Point
Where he would have to
Shave his Bieber hair and
Follow the rules for once,
The county revoked the expulsion.

And to me
It seems like
A celebrity murdered someone
And because a thousand fan letters were sent in
They got to go free.

I just can't think.
Thinking never was a good point of mine,
Thinking takes time, and time is precious,
Thinking can drain the soul of life.

Scholars think, and hope to be quoted,
Foolish men who think they're wise,
And what about our heroes,
Lucky for us, and them,
That they did not have time to think.

Thinking causes all kinds of ailments,
Like rules, regulations, and penalties of such,
I tried to sit and think one day,
And a man said "get of my grass."

Presidents think, and so do their generals,
Perhaps they think "I'm bored, lets have a war,"
Perhaps they think too much,
And think they know what I'm thinking.

I'm not saying that thinking is bad,
1 just can't think,
Perhaps I like to sit and not think better than 1 like to
sit and think,
What do you think?

Late at night when I
talk to you,
I can feel my fingers
quietly tapping my keyboard,
and every letter is filled
with expectations;
every word is a part of me,
moments of loving you
spill onto my screen and
you won't see anything
but a casual 'good night'
or a question about your day,
you won't notice the careful
punctuation or how every
letter was typed with consideration
and love and crushed dreams.
The beauty of the modern world
is that I can love you without
you ever knowing that your
words silently break my heart.