The Rantings of a Pariah
Drunk boys, high boys, wasted boys, tardy boys,
They're up hill and down dale,
Hovering about aimlessly,
Polluting the society,
Messing with the cycle of perfectly groomed gentlemen.
Blind girls, lazy girls, uberfamous girls,
Socially exorbitant girls,
Wearing nothing but pieces of clothes, fluttering their over painted eyelids,
Driving to the edge a man with no self-control,
singing non-rhythmically disdainful songs,
Unknowingly mourning their dead souls.
Most youths spend their lives living on nothingness.
But who am I to judge? I am not perfect either,
Who am I to try correcting them?
"You're ignorant" ,they spit.
"Your opinions don't count",
the girls scowl.
"Your words are dead bro",
the boys slurr.
"Ugsome, boring, lame", they all growl at me.
Though I hold them not to blame.
I’m just a lanky boy, who wears sabertoothed shirts on loose jean trousers,
I’m the school’s outcast, the ostracized nobody,
My opinions all fall on barren grounds,
Wasting away among thorns,
Which later suffice to choke out the remaining roses.
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