Line after line

For my writers craft class we had to go through our journals and take our best lines and turn them into poetry that fits together.

 

He’s a giant ball of stress,

A big busy mess.

He has gross lips,

This could be a sign of lead poisoning.

It hardly matters at this point,

We’re new people now.

He thinks he’s some hotshot these days,

Well I got news for you.

Damn you and your thirst for sympathy.

I could snap his neck!

 

What a waste of time,

It makes me feel guilty now.