PrepsA Poem by DeepshikhaDamn, I hate them. Though most of them are really nice, it just bothers me how unconcerned they are with the world. And I need to vent some anger.Who do they think they are? Those stupid people that we call preps?
With their brightly colored dresses, Their ridiculously large sunglasses, And their dark eye make-up, They think so highly of them selves, And ignore all others.
They dragged my friend into their sickeningly cheery life style, And even though she denies it, I lost her, To those stupid, Damn, Preps.
They walk around the school all fancy, And talk about nothing but each other.
Gossip Central galore, With them, There is no stopping it.
Parties this, And parties that. Sleepovers, And quad love.
Do they even have brains? Or is it just hot air?
Even the teachers dote on them, Causing us to question, "Are they REALLY that smart?"
It's painful with the girls, With their all Hollister, Abercrombie, And PacSun talk.
But the guys are worse.
All they do is make fun of people, Not caring what the people in question feel. It's like they have nothing better to do. At all.
Damn, I hate them, Every bit of them.
Why can't they just leave, And leave us Geeks and Nerds alone?
© 2008 DeepshikhaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 1, 2008Last Updated on May 1, 2008 AuthorDeepshikhaWhere Time Passes, PAAboutThis is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..Writing
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