My Crazy Poem

I can’t write right now because people are watching

Just like how late at night the eagles are hawking

And the people in the back of the gymnasium are gawking

At the methods of hatred and the styles of stalking

The clock on my phone always stops at nine

Just like how skies are golden and tumors benign

And the strike of lightening at twelve is the sign

That I will soon get it and finally be fine

The girl next to me in English used to call me a hoar

And then rush from her seat straight out to the door

And lay down in the hallway juts to scream out “I’m bored!”

Just to get that feeing that she used to have before

My shirt I wore today is blue but not yellow

And in my diary, I write how he is a fine fellow

And after the rain storm the mocktails were yellow

As the hand that she raised up to politely say “Hello.”

So now I am at the Barnes and Noble with my jacket on the chair

Just kidding, it fell to the ground, but he really doesn’t care

And he got so embarrassed that he didn’t have money for fair

So, he walked home in the rain with his wet, bald head bare

And it is the last stanza and I know that you want more

So just sit tight politely and wait for what is in store

And try to eat the whole mano until all is left is the core

And keep your head up, darling, so that you don’t pass out from the bore