Monday, January 28, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Final Poem
call Me
by
schrute
call Me
by
dynamite
the person is the same
but different is the name
vast knowledge I bear but not of beets
instead you’ll find many other feats
summer thinks Im cool-ish (sometimes)… though,
I’m out of the norm “vote for pedro”
I’m fun; know Me, you’ll
see in a lick
unless we’re riding bikes into brick
a monster baby is very tall
this trait I
have except I don’t crawl
I’ve had curly hair now for a while
*grin*
not on my head but down on my shin
see I’m
unique I’ve crafted these rhymes
though they were desperate, nickels and dimes
I’ve spoke through my voice it’s who I am
now you know Me
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
ME
you’re drinking 1%...I notice.
I may be a bit socially awkward,
I may be a bit socially awkward,
But I’m not telling
you to vote for Pedro,
I’m just saying
Summer might want to play tetherball with me
I am not that of a
celery farmer,
Still with roots
perhaps a beet,
like Schrute I am
creative,
From blue energy I
run-
off
I'm tall, but I wasn't a monster baby,
and I didn't grow up with my grandma,
Iv'e absorbed my surroundings,
(luckily there weren't any onion patches)
I am a product of my environment
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