A poem about highway driving at 2 a.m.
The interior turns blue,
Your heart stops briefly;
Even though you know you did nothing wrong,
You touch the retard.
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
These poems are for her eyes
Hello, Internet. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She likes to pee on my face
I will get cancer. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She only wants my lunch box
I want her booty. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She writes shit about me in drama class
I thought we were pals. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She follows me on twitter
Only to hurt me. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She hates everything I do
I can do good things.◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She hates when I’m in her class
She should get over it. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She wants to clog on my face
I enjoy my face. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She wants to fill my pillow
With a pile of poop. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She doesn’t like that I breathe
She eats all my food. ◊
◊ Laura Shinn hates me
She likes to throw darts at me
In her mind, that is. ◊
