A poem.

A poem I wrote for my Anatomy/Physiology teacher in High School, after I had told her I was leaving early. We had a decent connection, like you do with any teacher who REALLY believed in our schools true ambissions. So I dedicated this short to her.

When I sat atop the balcony,
Passing away the time
A pall fell across me
A pall immersed in rhymes.
But broken rhymes
Some not rhymes at all
I sit at a small table
In a small chair
Facing the wall.
But ANYWAY!
To my point
But not to run away
I want to express
My deepest thought
Of you
That came today

�THOUGH�
I understand that you�re not
Really lonely
It�s just a figure, a phrase
But where I was
And where you were
Wasn�t all that far away�
So being lonely
Yet determined
I stood up to charge your door
But when I got there
You were behind lock and key
Once more.

�BUT�
I didn�t give up
You betcha� it�s true!
So since you�re busy grading
I won�t bother you
I�ll make something for you
Something sweet and discreet
Like the fact that you wear flip-flops
After hi-heels kill your feet.
But instead of lamenting
I wrote you a�uh�thing!
That should make you smile BIG
Like whenever you hear Madonna sing.

�YET�
All martinis have an olive
With pimento inside
And like most married women
You have the apple of your eye
But don�t worry, it�s all good,
You�re cool!
You�re the top, most dope,
And SMARTEST
Cat in school.

� WHY? �

Because of natural selection, mutation, evolution,
The scientific methods and their solutions,
Because of proper theories of creation, Darwin,
The Science Corporations
Overheads, projectors, and pages of notes
(Being the only reason of all my High School hope.)

But mainly:
Cause I was lonely
And you were alone
So I wrote this
For you
I wrote you a poem.

Author's Note

You fuckin' rock Mrs. Martinez!
<3

Reviews

[Autumn's Child]

I was intrigued all the way to the end. Nice.