junior high diaries

2012-04-22 | 5:34 p.m.

You come before us
Most contrite
You've grown out of
Wayward eyes,
Looking up and finding
naught but days
Ablaze and blinding.
Sarcasms only fun
For some, you see now
One and One waits
Undecided
In the wings...
Not for offerings
Just a piece of your mind.
Here's the honest
Sentence
In account of your
Pentanance-
Lethal dose of irony
From your
Junior high diary.
Post pubestant
Strife and ire
Vied
13 years to life
You'll wish you
Had
died.

So says I.

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