poems

oho, get ready, I am taking a different direction in this post. anyone remember mrs. hacken's class where we wrote all that poetry? well, flashback! we're writing poems once again in my english class. so I am going to post them... fun! they all are unique in their own way. I use the term unique loosely, take this first one for example

Garbage Disposal:
Falling through absolute darkness,
My only companion a shovel,
I land on a viscous mass.
Digging, working, sweating,
The putrid heap seems endless.
Out of the shadows comes a shovelful of gunk.
The squelching slop makes a sickening sound as it connects.
An involuntary gasp escapes my lips
As the warm, gooey ooze hits my face
Making its way to my mouth.
Someone has made Jello,
A decomposed, moldy, decaying Jello.
With chunks.
I never liked Jello.

the background: he had made us really tiny and we had to go clean out this garbage disposal that had been rotting away for weeks. what a lovely image.