Umm, I Art!

Posted: February 15, 2009 in Writing
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I am, I am Emo Man

The following should only be read aloud
In a coffee shop that allows smoking
To the sounds of bongo drums
Whose skins are made from the
Flesh of crying baby seals.

Also the questions should be asked
By someone who has absolutely nothing
Better to do on a Friday night.
And who has
An appropriate number
Of self inflicted wounds.

Oh God!!!!

Q: What?

My life is shit!!!

Q: How is your life shit?

What do you mean?

Q: How is your life shit? You kind of have to back that up, dude.

Um, my parents are rich?

Q: That sucks.

Oh! And I have to work, ‘cause they cut off my allowance.

Q: That is shitty. What else?

I’m in love with a girl who may or may not be legal.

Q: Ooh that’s sexy. How old is she?

Twelve.

Q: Not sexy.

But age is just a number. She has an old soul. And likes Good Charlotte.

Q: Try again. What else?
I told my stylist to dye my hair Suicide Black but he dyed it
Eternally Optimistic about Death Black, instead.

Q: You have a stylist?

Uh, yeah?

Q: Just go fucking die.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    It’s my free verse poem about how much I hate emos lol

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