katiemariie | A Little Light Reading

On the first day of school, my English teacher assigned us a "get-to-know-ya" form poem. A form poem. Hey, moron! I think there's an ox in your vacinity. I'd like to share mine:

I am a sardonic American teen,
I wonder why you are still standing there, gape-mouthed and drool dribbling down your chin,
I hear the tiniest violin in the world playing just for you,
I see the Waaahhmbulance pulling down the street,
I want you to be quiet, now,
I am a sardonic American teen.

I pretend that I am sympathetic, but I have my own problems and yours are merely entertainment,
I feel like the whole world is one giant Dashboard Confessional concert and everyone is weeping their emo eyes out,
I touch an angel and, suddenly, PAX television turns on,
I worry Tom Cruise will get everyone off their Prozac and my problems will increase,
I cry, because the “boo hoo, emo tear” whiners are detracting attention from the real victims,
I am a sardonic American teen.

I understand that your parents just don’t understand, but I think that Cambodian kid whose parents sold him for sex tourism would be better able to relate,
I say, “Do the world a favor—spay and neuter yourself,”
I dream of a land people cared about the big picture,
I try to ignore your “look at me, look at me” attitude,
I hope more people are secretly laughing at you,
I am a sardonic American teen.