Oh science class
Sitting in our schoolish chairs
Trying to write a poem
A poetic poem
And R. says
T.! Stop whatever you're doing! My back hurts! What should I do if my back hurts?
And T. replies
Here. I'll just punch your spine.
Sure.
With your Cheeto dust fingers from R.'s bag of Cheetos.
So yeah.
That's my very poetic poem.
I hope you liked it.
If yesterday
was today
and today was tomorrow
but tomorrow
today will be yesterday
and tomorrow will be today
and now
is later
and later could be now
Thank you Young Writers Project
For this beautiful opportunity
Where we can all express ourselves
And have support from others
And not worry about being judged
Because we all care about this
Why does it feel
Like happy poems
Are harder to write than
Sad ones?
Like when you're feeling good
The inspiration
Feels minimal
And harder to express
What do you think?
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