Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Poem #4

Emo kid hates the salesman,
Emo kid hates the stoplight,
Emo kid hates the older, less emo kid.
Chipped nails muted by a starless night.
Pull the thin white jacket peel-tight.
Buckles and belts and pins and braids turn the corner right.
Sneer.
Emo kid has problems,
Emo kid has feelings,
Emo kid has friends.
He just doesn't know it.

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