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Don't bother packing!
by Johnny CrimsonMrs. Millson all that I could tell
It's after school and not you're scene
but I know you want some info here
The charming girl
Tits we'll call her
I dream and dream
oh what does it mean
I
can stand without legs
when she catches me in the hallways
I believe she plays an instrument
and I looked up her skirt once
Unknowingly she was of course
You mustn't take me wrong
Halloween it was you see
under the table I waited
all ready in my suit
She just walked by as I stared
into that kaleidoscopically narrowing sheet
And that was the first and last time I saw
The box that's kept me here so late
Ms. Millson can I call you Ms.
Just a question or two
I believe you've heard of the after school rapist
At the least you must have read
He stays with the teachers
and tells of his struggles
And that's really all they know
or something
Oh and teachers die
Ha
Yeah they die all kinds of ways
nobody knows if it's one or two guys
or some silly shit
Ms. Millson calm down
you're only strapped to a desk
Should have seen the last one of yous
Bitch just twitched and tried to talk a lot
Let me tell you more about that girl
You know the one with the instrument
"Well I just broke in the music room one day right?
And there she was.............
11/12/2007 Posted on 11/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/14/07 at 03:42 AM i was sitting in my little cubicle today remembering this which i read yesterday. and you know what? a litle song kept on going through my mind that goes like this "birds are sick and they hide in pieces of you" i know thats not how it goes, but for some reason that was going through my head all day. i can't explain the tune that went with it, but you know. it made me laugh. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/10/10 at 02:27 AM There is something to be said, for being self-taught...otherwise, experience has a nasty way of forcing us to learn... |
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