Bad DayA Poem by SwagMasterSound familiar?:D
I wake up to the sound of my dad's annoying voice,
(I wouldn't even wake up, if I had a choice.) My hair is a nest, there's drool on my cheek. My pajamas are rumpled; and I'm not at my peak. "Be quiet!" I scream, at my never-shut-up dad, "I'm trying to sleep!" I yell at him, mad. "You watch your tone," my dad is suddenly grave, I shut up; but keep muttering, not wanting to behave. I stagger to the kitchen, like a morning zombie girl, The sound of my mom's singing makes me want to hurl. "Good morning!" she says, stirring the oatmeal, "You're making slop?" I reply. "Jeez, what's your deal?" "You watch your tone, young lady." her hands mount her hips. "Make me." I sneer, with a pout on my lips. "No breakfast." she orders, pointing her spoon to the door. "You learn to be polite." and I think, What a bore. I flop on the couch, idly flipping through a book, My brother bursts in, and cries to me, "Look!" He's dressed himself up, in a cape and dumb mask: His underwear is outside of his pants, and he's carrying a flask. "You look like a loser!" I rudely shriek, "Now get out of my face, you little freak." His face crumples up, and he runs from my room. I hear his bawling, and I start to fume. "He just ruined my day!" I grumpily brood. And I wonder, What put him in such a bad mood?
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10 Reviews Added on October 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 22, 2012 AuthorSwagMasterRoosevelt, UTAboutI use swag ironically so much that it's not ironic anymore. more..Writing
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