"The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page..."

Woot, I am now offically caught up, and even ahead of my soc class. I'm nearly half way done with the actual paper planning of my funeral, and have four other reflections already done. And of course, because I'm me, they're all very leftest rantings on things such as abortion, the death penatly, legalized assisted sucidie and something else I can't remember. I even actually had time to write two shitty poems in tag. I'm gonna post them, but behind an LJ cut because I'm I dunno... really happy I wrote them. Warning, they are unedited and such.

ETA: I may have overestimated about the funeral part. I'm so totally not done with it, and it's five pages long.

( WARNING! Shitty poetry ahead )

Fuck!

I fucking hate big wheels. I hate the plastic scrape-scrape sound they make on the concrete when I'm trying to sleep. I hate that kids randomly like me and want me to come out and play. Die.