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Date Posted: 17:31:41 10/05/03 Sun
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Re: really good suicide poem
In reply to: 's message, "really good suicide poem" on 11:46:02 11/23/02 Sat

>THE PERK OF BEING A WALL FLOWER
>Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he
>wrote a poem
>And he called it �Chops� because that was the name of
>his dog
>And that�s what it was about
>And his teacher gave him an �A� and a gold star
>And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it
>to his aunts
>That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to
>the zoo
>And let them sing on the bus
>And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and
>no hair
>And his mother and father kissed a lot
>And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine
>signed with a row of x�s
>And he had to ask his father what the x�s meant
>And his father always tucked him in bed at night
>And was always there to do it
>
>Once on a piece of paper with blue lines he wrote a
>poem
>And he called it �Autumn� because that was the name of
>the season
>And that�s what it was all about
>And his teacher gave him an �A� and asked him to write
>more clearly
>And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
>because of its new paint
>And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
>And left the butts on the pews
>And sometimes they would burn holes
>That was the year that his sister got glasses with
>thick lenses and black frames
>And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked
>her to go see santa claus
>And they kids told him why his mother and father
>kissed a lot
>And his father never tucked him in bed at night
>And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it
>
>Once on a paper he tore from his notebook he wrote a
>poem
>And he called it �Innocence: A Question� because that
>was the question about his girl
>And that�s what it was all about
>And his professor gave him an �A� and a strange steady
>look
>And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
>because he never showed her
>That was the year that Father Tracy died
>And he forgot how the end of the apostles creed went
>And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
>And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
>And the girl around the corner wore too much make up
>That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed
>her anyway
>Because that was the thing to do
>And at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
>His father snoring soundly
>
>That�s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried
>another poem
>And he called it �Absolutely Nothing�
>Because that�s what it was really all about
>And he gave himself an �A� and a slash on each damned
>wrist
>And he hung it on the bathroom door
>Because this time he didn�t think he could reach the
>kitchen.
how sad!!!!!! i totally understand

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