Christopher J. Grasso

Rookie (4-14-76 / Voorhees, NJ)

Actual Converse From My Graffiti In The 9th Floor Men’s Bathroom Stall, Tisch Building, Nyu - Poem by Christopher J. Grasso

ME: Another year in this PIG HOLE called NYU.

HIM: Wow I feel really bad for you - have to pay $30,000 a year to be here for your life to be pathetic and in misery. I bet your parents forced you to come here, stuffed all that money down your throat and held a gun to your head. I bet you’d love to have your life for yourself, working like the rest of the world for shit. I bet you’d love to be on your own supporting your own sorry ass - if you only had a worthy brain cell to figure it out, and the guts to do it. But alas, you don’t and probably never will as seen by your blatant cry of IGNORANCE. So if I were you, I’d prepare myself for a life of worthlessness. Honestly, I FEEL BAD for you, I really do.

ME: You are just a puppet whose strings I’ve pulled.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010



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