I want everyone to vote for my poem in the Burnt Toast Diner poetry contest, because it's the only poem not written by a robot.
How did I learn to be such a good poet? It's simple--I nearly failed English class twice. Those stupid robots didn't get my free alien spirit and would take points away from my epic, free form poems. But after awhile I learned enough styles of poetry and threatened to beam my teachers back to my home planet enough times that my grades got better.
So, please check out a work of poetic genius that will blow your pathetic robot minds.
About Me
- West
- I'm not your regular high school guy. I do my own thing. I know what I want out of life and I always get what I want, because aliens are smart and wily and can't be kept down by the robotic programs that tell you that it's not polite to stare at a girl through her bedroom window. Why do you always hide everything interesting about yourself?
1 comment:
Patience, son. It takes time before you can match wits with the poetic mind of a long-time paper salesman.
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