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Why I Don't Have Much of a Social Life

The girl at the next table
Is screaming again
Something about never wanting
To speak to him again
Whoever he is
You're just alienating yourself
Says her friend definitively
And she bites her lip
Knowing the drill.
Screw up and you're out
Not like the mob,
There are no garden shears
Gleaming menacingly
Like the pate of an old man
Who has forgotten
To use his hair- growth cream
Instead, rejection hangs in the air
An unyeilding dark cloud
And the meteorologist is dead
And if you ignore it
It won't go away like mommy
Said it would.
Instead it just lingers,
Like guilt for a crime you didn't commit.
A guy walks over
And tells a sex joke
Trying to lighten
The mood and elevate
His chance of getting.
They laugh because he's popular.
Their voices rise like Pillsbury dough
Arguing over who texted who
And who didn't respond
And who's going out
Because it gives you some sort of power
Hitler had to kill the Jews
They need to know what's going on
So they can tell people to impress them
But everyone you're trying to impress
Is trying to impress someone else
Because they need people to be impressed by them
But when people realize that everyone
Is trying to impress, can the
Impressing stop? No,
Popularity is determined by ***-kissing
Making middle school like an election
Campaign ads through text
And the winner is Samsung

He scans the room furtively
Like a drug dealer checking for plainclothsmen
And logs into the computer
Fingers flying like shotgun pellets
Keys clicking like tap shoes
He beckons me over
Nervously, and opens his email
And clicking on a unsuspiciously
Titled email: science project,
Which I know has about
As much to do with science as Romeo &
He scrolls down to the bottom of the page
And there is a picture
One of our female classmates
Selling her soul to hormone crazed guys
An arm crossed over her breasts
And a hand sheliding her crotch
Suggestive and titillating
Like an Abercrombie & Fitch model
Sans Abercrombie & Fitch apparel
Modesty falls from the middle school building
And also, I'm sure, does virginity.

They call it grinding
I call it an orgy
In tight rubber pants
Too suggestive for a porno
Flitting from one to another
Not caring who they do it with
Go directly to orgasm
Do not pass go
Do not collect $200
As I stand in the corner
With a soda & pizza
And the other nerds
Who scream 'techno' nonstop
I hate that
But it's more awkward in the orgy
So I stay on the outside
I don't know if I belong here or not
With these techno screaming nutcases
But anything's better than
Popularity contests and orgies and naked photos
And the cutesy gibberish that's replacing English
And screaming and jumping around brainlessly
And eye shadow
And texting
And who would invite me in anyway?

Maybe it's just me being a cynical outcast nerd, but I really fear for our generation. I guess this is why I'm an outcast nerd.

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kathrenjh said...
Dec. 19, 2011 at 6:22 pm

You're writing is beatiful hon!  I especially liked the tie of the 3 poems together on one subject

#2 is my favorite

Don't ever stop writing, you'll inspire our generation!

iwanttobeforeveryoung said...
May 10, 2010 at 10:39 pm
WAY too true.
Kalicat replied...
May 24, 2010 at 1:08 pm
wish it wasnt, but its true. beautifuly put, even if it is an ugly truth to tell
~Reaa.Mae~ said...
Dec. 5, 2009 at 5:28 pm
Hun, I feel the same way. >.<;
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