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Teenagers Are Our Future.

$Our future looks terrible. Might as well kill us now. Have you seen their teachers? We\'re doomed. Actually, I guess they\'re doomed. So, who cares?$

June 4th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Contagious.

$You got me sick. I am not sitting on my couch for vacation. Ohhhhhh, no. I am lying here, in my own sick. Miserable, and don\'t you forget it. I can\'t reach the remote. My head hurts. I smell funny. Barf.$

May 28th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

The Economy.

$The economy has gone straight to hell. They took my savings and my security. They want the shirt right off my back. It\'s not a good shirt. Torn flannel, broken buttons, coffee stains. It doesn\'t even fit you. Don\'t be such a jerk. Please give me back my shirt.$

May 23rd, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Things Not to Read.

Get it?

May 21st, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | 1 comment

Tragic.

$Aw, that is so sad. I can\'t believe that such a thing is true. It makes me want to die. Drown in my own sorrow. Jump off a bridge. Acutally, it makes me want to throw rocks at othee people. There, now I feel better. Poor neighbors.$

May 8th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Exhausted.

May 6th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

FU.

April 27th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Bite Me.

April 25th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Grudgingly, Sunrise.

April 21st, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Shut Up.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

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