#1
ots, some things really just don't work...

this time next year the world tells me you'll be nineteen
wonder if you'll be anything like me?
i hope you've grown up, for your own good and left me behind.

hello with a frown but goodbye with a smile?
i can't stand sarcasm, unless it comes from me!
i wish those vuvuzelas would give my ears a break
Henry's greedy french hand got in the way so
i leave my country between the Atlantic and the Irish Sea
and now I can't decide.. Italia or Mexico?
look at me I'm failing at life, and my exams
and broken my own heart, oh the glory
but I've started giving myself capital letters, can't you see Chloe I'm growing?
goaaaaaaaaaaaaal Lazio!
and f*** it
f*** it
f*** it
NOW LEARN KING LEAR AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE TO GO INSANE

and learn Adrienne Rich's poetry and.. well you won't learn a thing.

This life will end some time, but jesus christ.. was any of it worth it?
#2
I fully expected this poem to be a 3x3 foot wall of 'BBBBBRRZZZZZZZZ'.

I get the general gist of what you're saying, but it seems more like a a crazed YouTube comment about the Cup. The only part that interested me was 'Henry's greedy french hand'.

Also, I call Mexico beating France 6-0 on the 17th. Henry gets a red card for excessive diving, and the American commentators spend 90 min pronouncing 'Ribery' like 'bribery', and not because they're ignorant.

Ahrem... *goes back to lurking WC thread*
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