Stick PeopleA Poem by Jeremiah Medina911 Emergency, What can i do? HELP ME, GOD PLEASE HELP ME!! What is it sir, whats wrong? MY HANDS ARE GONE! MY HANDS ARE GONE! Sir calm down please, Calm down.. Just explain whats goin on.. I WOKE UP THIS MORNING! MY ARMS WERE F*****G STICKS!! I PULLED THE COVERS OFF MYSELF... EVERYTHING WAS STICK!! I RUSHED INTO THE BATHROOM... LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR... I COULD SEE RIGHT THROUGH MY HEAD!! EVERYTHING WAS CLEAR!! THE ONLY FACE I HAD... A CIRCLE, TWO DOTS, A SNEER!!! I RAN OUT MY HOUSE SCREAMING!!! TOOK A LOOK AROUND!! EVERYBODY LOOKED LIKE ME!! FIVE STICKS, A HEAD THATS ROUND... Sir, That isn't funny.. This line is for emergencies only. Please don't call back... unless there's something really wrong.. REALLY WRONG? IS BEING A STICK PERSON RIGHT? Well I've been one forever sir... And me well I'm just fine.
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Added on December 19, 2008AuthorJeremiah MedinaIn the Woods, TXAboutI Am Me. Not a tree. Not a dream or submarine. I am happy. I am Free. I am laughing, At disbelief. Living life, Lovin beats. I am me This is it. more..Writing
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