Thursday, 1 May 2008 | 11:53 pm

P is for poetry...

and Piece-of-shit

What better way to spend a lazy english class than write poetry? Here goes:

Mel's hungry.
Very hungry.
Can't think.
Too hungry.
Mel's poetic!
and hungry.

I'm extremely talented and you're just jealous. What am I saying. It's total crap. I will cease and desist, my poetic prowess may be too much for your pathetic little brain to handle. Anyway, I have 2 thirds of an analysis essay yet to be completed.

Love,
Mel

Pee.ess - And the words spill forth like verbal diarrhoea, except out of my fingers. Weird place to have diarrhoea now that I think about it.