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A certain kind of misanthropy. (Free verse) by Plasticgirlwithgun Things I hate
I hate the world
All of its inhabitants
People running down the street
Bumping into you
Mothers yelling at their kids
Dumb little boys that judge girls by their figure
Teachers that favor kids in the popular clique
School and the way its packing order goes
Parents when they do not let you smoke
Boyfriends that dump you for your best friend
Friends that lie and cheat
They'll do anything to be cool
Girls that get in your face
When you say they aren't cool
Those white boys that try to act black
When they hated them before
A group of skinny girls
Who make fun of your clothes
I hate the whole fucking world
Most of all
I hate you.
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Posted: November 29, 2002 8:43 PM PST; Last modified: November 29, 2002 8:43 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.56297 Overall Rank: 12620 Comments:
ninth sentence? the term is pecking...freak. and the white kids that try to act black are called wiggers.
Oh well I am so fucking sorry.I put packing because I ment fucking packing.Get it the way you get packed into stupid ass cliques in school.But then what the fuck do I know I am just a freak.
oh. of course..how could i have misunderstood? liar.
Ok,I am lieing.I am just one fucked up lieing kid.It is my poem and I wrote the way I wanted.If you do not like it fuck you and do not read it.
don't mind him, he's mad cuz his gerbil died.
And he can't spell his own name.
Or was it his mind that died...
You're a bitter, bitter old man, aren't you?
It's like looking into a mirror... but now I try to make friends and my life is a little happier because of it. ps my sister likes you
little tommy shookiedoo was a hell of a polo player he would score and clinch it in the third chucker. his daddy rewarded him with plastic for his date later on with susie vonschnickleheimer. they were in love.they had plastic..things were perfectly rotten..in a accurately horrifying way...yes..yes.l
You win.
Only because of the last two lines though. The rest of the poeme smells.
Uh thanks.
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that happened to me in high school, girl dumped me for my best friend.
that really really sucks. really really REALLY sucks. Hell, that was a decade ago, and I'm still not over it.