Ok, so today in writing class, our teacher was talking about all these poets who wrote anti war poems blah blah blah. So he asked us to write a poem about how we feel about the war. After about ten min or so, he asked if anybody wanted to read thier peoms, and of course the stuck up pretentious people did. All thier poems were alike. "oh horrible destruction" this and "oh broken soul" that. anyway, for what its worth heres thge poem i wrote. it may be pretentious and crappy like the rest of them, but i wrote it and that makes it special. i call it...."Poem."

So we're going to Iraq
'cause Bush don't give no slack
Nothing much i can do,
'cept sit here and moo.
Though mooing probably wont help,
and nither would gathering lots of kelp.
I'd probably just annoy everyone,
and they would tell me to stop.

and since i was in a poetry mood, i wrote another poem, but it doesnt have anything to do with the war.

MECHANICAL FRUIT

What a sight it was
to see an orange
with mechanical legs
run all around.
It ran up the walls
and onto the cealing.
It scurried across the floor
with incredible speed.
You said you invented it
to keep you company,
although i dont know
how well it will work
cause its just an orange.