Teen Ink: Teen Magazine, Poetry, Blogs, College, Music, Movie & Book Reviews, Fiction
Subscribe to our magazine
Submit Work
 
Advanced Search
Article title:
Words within article:
Section of website:
Article appears on:
Author's first name:
Author's last initial:
Author's city:
Author's state:
Author's country:
    
Subscribe
Submit Work
Join Teen Ink
About Us
Teen Ink Store
Tell A Friend
Contests
beRED on AOL
Bulletin Board
Partners
Resources
Celebrity
Interviews
Advertise
Subscribing
Schools
Link to Us
Contact Us







« Previous Article Poetry Index Next Article »

On Beating A Dead Horse Of A Different Color

Rate this article:

Send your work

Email a Friend

Bulletin Board

Teen Ink Blogs



By Josh G., Newton, MA

   I lied

Through the skin of my teeth

With my tongue in my cheek

While my feet were asleep

And my nose ran.



Indeed,

Amidst getting my goat,

Out to lunch in his shoes,

I did stand off the wall

On my cold feet.



And if these are not clear as a prism,

You know why the French call this "idiotisme."






« Previous Article Index Next Article »