Hey there, this morning I was woken by a fire alarm test. It was 9:30 but as a student, that's essentially 6AM. Today I had korfball and my workshop, the group said they liked my poem and the way that it's 1 line off being a sonnet (ignoring intricate details). Tonight, as students on a Friday, it is the ritualistic drinking session, hosted by my flat, should be fun.
This is my poem:
Drink 'til you sink
to the bottom of the
ocean,
in a boat made of
bubbles,
with your head in a
muddle
over things you have
or haven't done.
Things you've got to
do,
Things you said you
wouldn't.
Your aftershave can
mask your shit personality
But can it really
make you a better person?
My heart goes out to
those on the edge of the bully circles
The people that
wanted to fit in
The people lost in a
social sea of vast vanity
Rejoice if you'll
never fit in
Until tomorrow
Will :)
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