Poem Hunter
TS Trevor Schulte (7/28/87 / California)


Oh why do you pain me
driving me to the point of insanity
You're way too big
for my little mind
Your complexity and length
are starting to intwine
But I will defeat you
at my own set pace
I'll be sure to wipe that smirk
off your revealing face
You will feel the wrath
of my tiny little pencil
as I reconfigure your
failure stencil
You will try and fail
and I will push and avail
You are short to live
you poor, poor, classwork
Because this week
you will have your last smirk!

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very very good. Go you! ! ! ! !