Deep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess).
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Discount Shakespeare An anthology of musings Poetry by luxsick
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Sword fighting class
The first thing I learned in sword fighting class Was a life-sized pest that just couldn't leave me alone. I assumed it chose not to, anyway. It always lingered. Now, the first thing I learned in this beast of a class Was something I learned the hard way. And mind you, It hadn't even been a whole week yet! Not even 7 days! It seems I had worn my student's uniform all wrong. I realized such thanks to wallowing in my shame Brought upon by my classmates' blood-curdling gazes, Locked and loaded right at me, like I was the nerd Who had a far better prom dress than the queen bees. In this case, though, it was the complete opposite. My humble garments were no match for their golden, Pleated Filipiñanas and their puffed up sleeves, Holding them like puppets who owned the place. They didn't stand a chance against pairs upon pairs Of tacky slacks and brooched Barong Tagalogs That hugged their oh-so-comical figures. And Don't even get me started on their weapons of choice. Their swords, flimsy and frail, were weaklings. They didn't dare let them touch a drop of blood— Fake blood, mind you— when they could easily Leave their own bloody masses— este, messes behind, With blowing raspberries and victory jingles to match. Yet, somehow, after 4 years of washing their swords As thoroughly as they would wash their hands, They left these 4 corners with flying colors. And that's when I first learned: I could live a favored life just like theirs... And all I'd need is a wrong to my rights.
