Ella makes me write blog posts
she says “just write”
i don’t want to
Im not very good
One Hundred and Fifty words
That’s not even that much
but I can’t get it out
words and words
I can’t just stop
I need to hit the limit
for me to be on top
is that it yet,
hold on, let me check
dammit that’s sixty-four
I guess here are some more
I don’t get it
Second semester senior
and I’m still stressed
Even this poem’s a mess
Still have more to do
Im getting blue
Face puffed
mouth stuffed
With some Journalism snacks
Brought by Fred Alvarez
and his pesky crew
that’s me, and probably you
Who reads these anyway
probably just Ella Shoot
If you’ve gotten this far
I guess, Good for You
not that good tho
cause you have to read this bit
poems are not my strong suite
after this thing, Freddy gonna give me the boot
Oh that’s one sixty-four
I went over
so at least there’s no more
well all I did was “just write”
sorry if you read it
you’re a good bloke
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