* Okay, so this one is not mine alone. A couple of friends and I wrote it at a workshop. It's about having to learn poetry at school- in two different languages. Hope you enjoy.
** It was written it colloquial, so it might sound a bit weird- I tried to translate =)
Why are you looking at me like that?
Becasue we can!
I'm bored out of my mind!
Why do we have to do this all the time?
These words just seem to choke my thoughts.
I don't even understand these line.
These poets think they're crispy,
But we know they're raw.
Well, what shall we say?
IT'S A NECESSARY EVIL!
