Lets Not Talk About (High School) AnymoreA Poem by Gustan Joseph
Eating cold soup with a plastic fork.
Still can't admit that I know I'm such a dork. Cafeteria food tastes all the same. I own a locker I never use. Pretty girls are nothing but bed news, And they never ever remember my name. Who needs a car when it’s just a 2 mile bike to school. Besides all the kids with cars think they’re really cool. But I don’t care anyway. Spending money buying time and wasting the time I spend Laugh at stupid jokes along with my stupid friends. So I guess I don’t have anything important to say. © 2011 Gustan JosephAuthor's Note
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Added on October 30, 2011 Last Updated on November 16, 2011 AuthorGustan JosephTampa, FLAboutGustan Joseph. I like writing poetry. It's become a clever way to document the things that I go through in life. But for the most part I'm a no body, but I like to think I'm a nice person. But you kn.. more..Writing
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