Young Emo Poem by abi Whitaker

Turn around to see me
turn upside-down to greet me
put down your cigerette
to shake my hand
your bad with your grammar
and you forget your alphabet
mother's proud of your firm handshake
makes you seem proffessional
the only thing that does for god's sake
you sleep around and you chain smoke
it's a wonder you don't choke
go back to your cave
with your lonely love slave
listen to screamo
and sleep your life away, young emo.