All These Rules Should Be Burned

April 1, 2009
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I hope the world unhinges tomorrow while I’m on the way to school.
We’ll block the doors
We’ll take those little animal crackers from the Teacher’s Lounge.
We’ll grind our pencils into sand
And let the words we want to say drift on the breeze.
I’ll tell my mother I want to drive her car
And my friends and I will take it for a joy ride
Down that road that makes me queasy
I’ll put on the song that feels like a high dive
Feels like something new.
I’ll kiss the boy with the locker by the English room
And then we’ll do the Macarena.
Or whatever other kind of happy dance.
I’ll call up the people that have hurt me
And make them explain
And threaten to kidnap their dogs.
I’ll call up the people I have hurt
And send them a ransom in advance, maybe try to explain.
I’ll scream to the clouds
And they’ll scream back the meaning of life
And a shiver will go through me
And I’ll understand.

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Rose W. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 14, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Thank you for your comment. And no, i do that all the time, and i'm flattered that you read all my poems. I'll definitely look at the end and maybe change it.
Thanks again.
xXxFlamingWaterxXx said...
Apr. 10, 2009 at 3:59 am
I think you are a really good poet, and I have read all of your poems (is that creepy?... my friends might say it's a bit stockerish of me, but my friends and i are...different.) any ways, i love the way you fit the words together just right. one thing though-some of it sounds a little repetative in this poem, when you use 'and' alot towards the end. just what i think though :)
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