Knotty Wooden Poem

I didn’t want to see his treeness...
Though he claimed I gave him wood.

I did so beg, that he would leaf me,

It went against the grain, I claimed.

And I was afraid

I’d get a splinter.


And when I saw,

He left .


Chop chop.

Second Thoughts About My First Kiss

Right now I kind of HATE the first boy I ever really kissed. I have been reading his obnoxious conservative diatribes on Public Health care for a few weeks on Facebook and I just want to punch him the face.

Objectivism is all fine and good if you've got yours.