She says I'm sick.
She better watch her tongue
Or I'll nail it to the table,
She'll have to bite it o
ff to escape.
It's unreasonably mundane.
Another grey day where they stay away
Because it's better to sign on
Than to have self-respect it's pathetic.
A black cat bitten by its own black luck,
It gave me a bad look,
It gave me a shriek like a guillotine,
I don't feel a thing. It doesn't interest me.
It's excruciatingly mundane.
I despise school.
I'm the smartest person in this room.
Even the teacher is clueless. I want
To grab her by the ears and crack her
Skull to see if anything would even
Sop out.
The people that surround me surround that people the
Are all morons. They are my bane.
They're impolite, unpunctual, breathe too loud
And they repeat things they've
Things they've already said in conversation
And they pretend they've heard
Their boring dialogues for the first time it's pathetic.
On my way home from school
I see a wounded robin,
It can't fly but stays optimistic
As it slogs all over my pavement
Where is the pride it's pathetic.
I want to find out what makes it tick.
It struggles it struggles it struggles it st
You will be my next inamorata.
Feel my disease. I want our
Fervid love to singe the eyes
Of those unbelievers. You don't even
Know my name. You won't even
Know I'm there. You won't even
Be warned. You won't even
Run.
Love it! ! Nice and dark. deliciously dark. A superbly written poem that oozes menace and deep rooted hatred. And they are so hard to write to get into that frame of mind. Well done Bryony a psychologic tour de force. So many gripping and outstanding lines... " A black cat bitten by its own black luck." 10++ and added to my dark vault for a gone midnight reading. Thanks again and take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this amazing poem, well worded. A full 10 score and much much more! Keep on creating, Bryony!