poem.

Utility knife: It’s like a pregnant knife.
I can be defined by something natural: color.
Listening to the noise in the background.
If only I could have one pure thought.
“Lysergic Bliss” playing in the grenade.
“Normal people don’t rape other people?”
Wall-E staring back at me, always helping me.
“Chhhhiiilllldren” she sings.
Economics, Pre-Calc, Yearbook, Lunch, All of the above and more, English.
Excitement, in my head.