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My AP Lang PoemAnother year of work is here, They say this one is one to fear. In here we'll learn of rhetoric, And all its ins and outs, To write something that's historic Like Ferris Bueller's twists and shouts. The assignment here in front of me Seems simple because it's obviously To display myself for all to see:
The master of the obscure, My life is just a reference, In my defense there isn't much else to do. Says who? Says me, I do-- Not believe its really butter. Who other than me, Would write that here for all to see? Clearly I'm a little whack, More than a tinge insane, I need to be, because my life Is the poecilonym of mundane.
I was shy in the past, But now that much has changed. I am socially awkward to the point Where many think that I'm deranged. Embarrassing or so I am, I am not some scapegoat, I am on the lamb. Running from what torments me, Hezbollah's hypocrisy, It's here to make us question faith, Our government, the human race. My sanity is up for grabs. Are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs? Are you feeling it? Protection is important, Knowledge keeps us safe, The more you know the less you do, Think about it and prove me true.
If there is one thing to know of me, It's that my obsessions span to three. Lemonade is my water, my friends can all agree. Drink a glass every day and I'll run home free-- Of all desires, except that I must consume, Everything that's edible existing in the room. Eat, drink, and sleep, that is what I do. My metabolism was built to handle nearly Every kind of food.
Surely there is something more, Something that's enticing. That would be Krav Maga, It's easier than gene-splicing In this style of martial arts, We even work with knifing. In Krav Maga there are no rules, The technique is for safety. Kicking, biting, gouging eyes, Whatever we must do. The instructors make it very clear, That nothing is off the table, That way we can walk at night, Knowing we are able. No matter what life brings our way, Our livelihood is stable.
This poem is a brief way to understand, That the mind I have doesn't work In a fashion wholly grand.
What do you think?
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