Oliver The Odd - Poem by Gianna Jett
A young scholar that is intellectual and proud,
Yet he is very arrogant and obnoxiously loud.
Extremely self centered and without manners,
Others are of no concern they do not matter.
Rules to him need not to apply,
Ask and he will tell you why.
I listen quietly in class as he sits in front of me,
While he explains himself by using Scientology.
His reasoning is far less than human and is not considered creditable,
But he is admired for his good looks and his smartness is acceptable.
When he asks my opinion of him I reluctantly answer,
I swallow deeply before I reply as my thoughts began to pour.
I devoured him with my own words of wisdom,
Taking each word spoken by its own freedom.
Dragging me down by a series of events,
Taking my judgement further in suspense.
Everyone hung on my every word not knowing what to expect,
We all wondered exactly what Oliver the odd would do next.
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