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Teenage Graffiti (Lyric) by JanieDoe Staring stonily, slouching in a worn out plastic chair
I hear prejudice jeering, mockery giggling, a droning teacher.
Various cliches loudly whispering among themselves
Apathetic to the Sex-Ed feature.
The geeks tapping at their calculator
The freaks silently wording a Manson song
The jocks comparing biceps
The newbies attempting to belong.
I glance at my wristwatch and glance again to verify
But still twentyfive minutes of class.
I sigh and put my head down
Wishing for the torturous time to pass.
Closing my ears from the competitive voices
I stare down at my desk.
Watching my breath condense on the cheap veneer
Causing students' graffiti to seem still more grotesque:
Random markings in pen and pencil and whiteout
Coupled with Exacto knife carvings
Displays the work of a teenage generation
Hungry for life, but slowly starving.
A deafening bell cuts off the lecture
Ignorant of the unblinking overhead
Hastily being pushed away.
Students left, with words still unsaid.
Up the ladder:
Scars
Down the ladder:
I DON'T SMILE ANYMORE
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Posted: August 1, 2002 12:37 AM PDT; Last modified: August 1, 2002 12:37 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.820706 Overall Rank: 10898 Comments:
The memory of my breath condensating upon my desk is overwhelming, vivid, I've printed this one out and put it behind a refrigerator magnet. That way I wont feel to old in the morning when I go to the cooler on the other side of my trailer and grab myself a cold one while scratching my smelly hairy pot belly. Cuz the fridge is broke and outside, but not lonely cuz its got your poem keeping it company.
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