This is the poem I wrote to piss hell out of my english teacher, Randall, Fuck you, and Fuck Robert Frost too
You want me to write a poem?
A poem like Robert Frost?
You want me to write a poem?
A poem about nature?
Well go to hell,
Nature is for photographers,
Poems need emotion,
Poems need passion
Not rules,
Not a grade,
Not a God Damn box!
It needs to be free.
So tell me how to write a poem.
Tell me one more God damn time,
To write like Robert-Fucking-Frost.
I'd rather write a poem fom prison,
Then write a poem
like a,
Textbook,
Anal,
Basterd,
Poetry needs to be free.
You feel it, you write it.
So you can fail me.
You can kick me out,
But as long as i write how i want,
As long as my poetry,
Is my poetry,
And not someone elses.
I'll be able to smile
I'll be able to sleep at night.
So fuck Robet Frost.
Fuck every man that writes acording to rules,
Instead of feelings.
Poetry is emotions,
Not rules,
Not Rhymes,
Not words.
