Rocks
Some people are like rocks. You try to talk to them, but you'll receive no response. They'll move if you move them. You can only look at them. Their presence sometimes is not even noticable. Some rocks may look really awesome and cool, but actually are worthless. Some rocks have treasures inside them, but look ordinary if not ugly on the outside. Archaeologists discover these treasures. They took the time to look at the rock without promise of a treasure.
The Middle of May
'Tis the middle of May and all is well.
But it looks as if up ahead is hell.
I have not started changing the world.
It is a disaster to be yet unfurled.
My project is on drug abuse.
But we are too lazy, it is no use!
Melissa gave me a two point two
Even though this essay may seem easy to you.
No matter how hard I try,
My grade is still going to die.
Getting all As, not a chance.
Why don't we talk about Firepants?
Firepants, O Firepants,
You have made me realize
That within every rock there could be a surprise!
Rocks, rocks, 'round the school,
I'll open you up and see if you're cool!
An archaeologist I'll soon become
Sadly though, not a good one.
This girl I like, I like no more.
But maybe, just maybe I still like that whore.
Kind and innocent so she seems
But let us talk of other things,
I want her not in my dreams.
The more I think, the more it stings.
Many matters I have to worry about.
I'll bet white hairs are bursting out.
I have a B in more than one class.
My parents are surely going to can my ass.
The future looks not bright.
The grades I have will make it a fright.
No smarts, no cash, I'll be nigger-rich.
Hell if I can even find me a bitch!
Sad and lonely, stupid and poor,
I'll be out on the streets hearing my stomach roar.
It will be at that moment I'll reminisce
Of the days gone by that I came to miss.
These good ol' days in the middle of May
Will only be memories...to my dismay.
Go Back Home (professional way)