“Death to Emo”
Take your over-clichéd,
tear stained,
eye liner streaked,
grief ridden,
sucks-to-be-me
excuses
for poems
from the stone-washed,
trash tossed,
shadow skinny
girl pants, and
bleed
the gothic ink
stains and
wannabe
angst
through the bent
wire mesh condenser
drenched in two-
day old saliva
and evidence of
non-existent
Right Guard;
and dump the malice
into a lonely
metal dustbin
where it belongs,
and douse it with
kerosene
before striking
the soul-emancipating
match.
*I wrote this while observing a particular group of "misunderstood" students interacting with their parental units at a parent-teacher conference.
People try their hardest to fit in... even if it means boys wearing women's pants and wearing Second Hand Serenade shirts and telling the whole world whey they suck as a human being. It's amazing how powerful the need to fit in is. Great little piece there. I like it!
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