The Art of Nature, or the Nature of ArtA Poem by Knight in ArmorFor hate we laugh, for love we cry, For we are the students of Westerberg High! Our brick lined walls have seen a million tragedies Because we are our own worst enemies. Pathetically we shudder and huddle alone in the dark. Flip the switch and you’ll learn our bite is worse than our bark. It’s time for you to get a clue, You better know we’re better than you. Come roam our abandoned halls, Run your fingers along the gum spotted walls. Hear the squeak of our sneakers on the dusty floors, Watch us march off to our personal wars. Here’s Heather leading a cheer and popping some pills, Watch Robinson decide who to kill Bob knew he was exchangeable And of popularity, Martha was incapable. Despite the vast differences in their pains, Watch us all gleefully leap that line Because we’re no longer pretending to be fine. Here we were sovereign, here we were kings. We were the rulers of the the very bad things. We had the power to unleash insanity, Until we realized it was all in vanity. For hate I laugh, for love I cry, For I am a student of Westerburg High. © 2012 Knight in ArmorAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 13, 2011 Last Updated on March 22, 2012 Tags: Christian Slater, Heathers, My own Worst Enemy, Alone in the Dark, Dolan's Cadillac, He was a Quiet Man, Crossing the Line, Very Bad Things AuthorKnight in ArmorGrand Rapids, MIAboutI'm Shining Knight. My profile picture is Marvin the Paranoid Android. I'm afraid that nearly everything else about me is classified information, unless you ask nicely. If you send me a read request, .. more..Writing
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