These long drawn out lines of delicately phrased prose, written in a heartbeat, stretched liked taffy, bitter like kale, seasoned grossly with emotions:

Need order.

And rhyme

And variety,

Something significant to society,

Still hung up on that girl?

Crushed under the weight of the world?

Slant you verses

Flavor them with f*cking curses,

Make an allusion,

Subtle, suggestive, no brash intrusion,

Something Something life is 42,

This poem will never, win what do I do?!

Its hard enough I need to find a job

Not sit here gross and lonely like a slob.

My hobby hasn't paid, 

Just got a sh*tty grade,

I'll never get laid. 

 

Last class in Lang we learned about sonnets

Now everything I write has five Iambs

No matter if the words make sense or not

That didn't rhyme but I don't give a d*mn.

 

At least I'm great at chemistry and math,

Though proper punctuation's lost on me,

'Last essay had me face my teacher's wrath:

I proved my point but made points stupidly. 

 

Apparently a sonnet's meant for love,

A foreign feeling I've not found in friends,

I've changed the man I am so many times,

I've tried to find myself within these rhymes.

 

Disorder plagued me all through the year,

Grades, jobs, college, no friends, I choked with fear.

 

But all in all it wasn't bad,

I changed the tune from sad to glad,

Despite the things the made me mad,

I grew into a man.

 

I saw the news and shared my views,

Made friends who saw what I saw too,

Became another liberal Jew,

I transformed as a man.

 

Then Flint's old piped eroded lead,

"This governor's career is dead!"

Save silly little dreams for bead

The world's not simple man.

 

The crisis made my stomach curl

Elections made me want to hurl

They cheated Bernie senselessly

It just didn't make sense to me!

 

Screw politics, I volunteered!

At first the Red Cross staff seemed weird,

When I sported that craggy beard

That day I nearly disappeared 

But stuck it through because I cared

The people's faucets had them scared

In small attempts to help repair,

We gave them water.

 

I never felt so real in my life,

Despite each heavy case,

Or Michigan's cold winter embrace,

I volunteered to pass out water.

 

My grade's elections came in May,

I never will forget the day,

I nailed the speech, to their dismay,

I won. Treasurer.

 

Summer rose and fell and leaped a little.

 

Got ripped, got sick, got educated.

3 weeks in Harvard, barely made it, 

Never met more lively friends 

But I had school at the end. 

 

Stayed all up all night to read that book,

And write 3500 empty words

A+, good job, now get back to work.

 

Every lunch is either turkey or lox,

Every evening is box upon box upon box,

Monotony. And moving to this house.

 

Correction: condo, but it's nice,

Not Flint, but after all that's life,

No matter what routine you planned all night,

The morning comes and non of it goes right. 

 

So I turned left and ran a yellow light,

My mind is gone, my instict's fight or flight,

Then blue shirt comes and hands my ass a bill.

One-thirty bucks, a ticket if you will. 

 

Now here I am listening to Stromae

I'm Russian, and play piano by the way,

And saved a freind from an MIP the other day,

He's fine, just tailgates, drank the game away,

 

I gave him water, took him to his dorm,

(Had dinner on his Mcard with his friends) 

He woke up and we chilled out in the end,

They all said that's just college, that's the norm.

 

My year has been a series 

Of crazy fun events between worries.

I wish I had insight to display,

i guess that poem's for another day.