This Is Just To Say

Today in English, we were told to do a parody of William Carlos Williams. You know, this is just to say, I have eaten the plums, that were in the icebox, and which you were probably saving, for breakfast, forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold.

As you may also know. Yearbook is killing me. Social aspects. So here is a completely random, and less than humorous parody about those problems.

This Is Just To Say

I have encountered the Truth
On this lonely road you have made me
Travel
Forgive me, it is imploring
the truth
from my pen

That tan which everyone insisted
was a Healthy brown
really did make you
look like an oompah-loompah
Short, Orange, and Annoying

And I have made jests
About your eyebrows
Colliding like the
Huge freight trains they are
Playing chicken

This is just to say
That masquerade that was our
Friendship
Is Gone
Like my benign feelings

This is just to say
I’m not happy that you made editor
I hope you get swallowed up in
The Two Great Cheeks
That you wasted your life kissing

Chlorine has ruined your hair
Keeping it clean?
I’m a-frayed knot

All those friends that chlorine brought you
I have spoken to
You’ve driven them all away
With your back-stabbing nature and soulless eyes

Behind big brown eyes
Calculating, devouring
Talent in the black hole that is your personality
You are transparent
Like the moon

This is just to say
I’m tired of being your sun
I have gone behind your back
Like you did me so long ago
And now every time that name
Escapes your lips
I smirk. So cold.
Your future is as hopeless as
Your eyebrows
The Truth.