to kill this
11/14/07, 07:57 PM
I don't know if I like these two together or seperate. I don't know which one's stronger.
I think they still need some tweaking, so critiques would be appreciated. :)
Part 1
Today, I went to school
And I stood on my desk,
But nobody noticed.
And I screamed, and I yelled,
Pounding fists, throbbing veins
Jumping from my neck,
Such a mess, such a wreck,
I’ve become, but nobody saw.
And I kicked the teacher’s stupid apple
Off her stupid fucking desk
I watched it topple off,
And roll out the door,
While she just kept
Scribbling on the blackboard,
mumbling how I’ll “need this later on”
When I’m doctor, a lawyer, a carpenter…
Cause I’ve worked my whole life
for the chance to slave some more
And then I’ll smile, politely,
As they say “We’ll work you to death,
And when you explode,
And there’s nothing left but a heap of clothes.
We’ll know that we did our best;
What we were created for.
What you were always and only worth.
You only purpose to serve, and serve this.”
And so I scream again, pulling at my hair
Until I’m clutching fistfuls,
And I’m sobbing, can’t breathe,
Panicking, can’t see.
I collapse on the floor to the sound of
The scritch scratch of chalk and pencils,
The flipping of pages,
And the hushed laughter of children
Who don’t know what they’re signing over.
Part 2
Today I went to work
And I poured coffee all over
My computer, all over my desk,
All over my papers,
All over my stupid fucking post its,
All over the fax machine…
The sticky brown racing down
The cold tan plastic,
Swimming in the cracks and crying
All over the “please read me’s”.
I threw it on the walls.
I splashed it on my face,
Maybe I’ll fucking wake up,
In anywhere but this place.
But they don’t say a word,
The screaming mad man goes unheard
Among the hushed clicks of keyboards
And the soft shuffle of papers.
So I sit back down, startled and confused,
And go back to work.
I think they still need some tweaking, so critiques would be appreciated. :)
Part 1
Today, I went to school
And I stood on my desk,
But nobody noticed.
And I screamed, and I yelled,
Pounding fists, throbbing veins
Jumping from my neck,
Such a mess, such a wreck,
I’ve become, but nobody saw.
And I kicked the teacher’s stupid apple
Off her stupid fucking desk
I watched it topple off,
And roll out the door,
While she just kept
Scribbling on the blackboard,
mumbling how I’ll “need this later on”
When I’m doctor, a lawyer, a carpenter…
Cause I’ve worked my whole life
for the chance to slave some more
And then I’ll smile, politely,
As they say “We’ll work you to death,
And when you explode,
And there’s nothing left but a heap of clothes.
We’ll know that we did our best;
What we were created for.
What you were always and only worth.
You only purpose to serve, and serve this.”
And so I scream again, pulling at my hair
Until I’m clutching fistfuls,
And I’m sobbing, can’t breathe,
Panicking, can’t see.
I collapse on the floor to the sound of
The scritch scratch of chalk and pencils,
The flipping of pages,
And the hushed laughter of children
Who don’t know what they’re signing over.
Part 2
Today I went to work
And I poured coffee all over
My computer, all over my desk,
All over my papers,
All over my stupid fucking post its,
All over the fax machine…
The sticky brown racing down
The cold tan plastic,
Swimming in the cracks and crying
All over the “please read me’s”.
I threw it on the walls.
I splashed it on my face,
Maybe I’ll fucking wake up,
In anywhere but this place.
But they don’t say a word,
The screaming mad man goes unheard
Among the hushed clicks of keyboards
And the soft shuffle of papers.
So I sit back down, startled and confused,
And go back to work.