so a good amount of my classes are pushers. pushers in the sense that they want me to invest a lot of time in those classes outside of the class room. yes yes every class should try and be like that but these are putting it in action. pushing my theoretical thoughts in advance exposition, pushing my time management with at least 9 chapters every day for homework in American Lit, pushing my poetic involvement and experience in Poetry. so i decided to go and push a little bit more for Poetry. i made a poem. about my dorm room.
Dorm Room
The Bourbon Street of New Orleans
The Sloppy Joe of Hemingway
The elk of glass and wood combined
Right near the scarf of Amsterdam
The stick to rub the itch away
Hanged from the framed Cosmo Kramer
The Lotus latern shines so bright
With glow of that electric light
Seats guests upon lumpy futon
To watch shows like intervention
With corners full of dust rabbits
Clean sweeps are but four months away
The wings of Jordan spreading wide
Touch christmas lighted speckled sky
Boy through wall is bad at guitar
Gold fish died off before the snow
Robert Frost here I come.
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a book-exchange more or less. we buy and sell used textbooks so send me the ISBN number of any books you have lying around and I can give you a quote for them.
miss you like britney misses her mtv days.
lol sucks for the kid that is bad at guitar, tell em to get better or get a new hobbie eh? ha
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