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Locked up all day.
Can't find my way.
Grinding into existence
In this life.
Bearly important,
Without a clue,
Flush the toilet
And go to the zoo.
Without a sound,
In the room,
Can't push the rock
From my tomb.
Broken window,
Shattered glass,
Wrecked the car
Then ran out of gas.
Kick that chair.
I don't care.
Sweep up the pieces of my life.
Kill yourself with a butterknife.
Shave the beard
And you'll be weird.
What'd I say?
You're gonna pay.
Soon as it happens to you,
You will never be true.
Bounce around on a spring.
Scratch the paint off your diamond ring.
Break your leg.
Go to jail.
Don't pass Go.
Ha ha, you'll fail!
Pour some salt
On your wounds.
Eat some cereal
With some prunes.
Peel the skin
Off of your face.
Catch a cold
But lose the race.
Clear your plate
And go outside.
See someone
And run and hide.
I wrote this poem on my own time during the 8th grade. This is a lot of random stuff, but there are a few references that have some meaning. I mention "the room" which is a reference to a friend's dream where he was able to be in a place called "the room" which was basically like a holodeck from Star Trek where you can make anything appear. I say I can't push the rock from my tomb, which is a reference to Jesus saying basically that I'm no where near His level. The part about killing oneself with a butterknife is not just a random suicide statement. Rather, it is a reference to a dream I had in 3rd grade where a girl in my class did just that because she was so disgusted by someone putting mustard on a ham sandwich. "You will never be true" is a quote from a song that was popular around that time - "Little Things" by Bush. Of course, the part about going to jail and not passing Go is a reference to Monopoly. I actually wrote the part about going to jail and only then did I think to make it into a Monopoly reference.
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