Replying to Poem I wrote

Here is a poem I wrote for english class, I got an F.

They mope and wear tight jeans
They write poetry that's witty and smart.
We know you're depressed, you don't have to act the part!
Your girlfriend leaves you
Boo-Hoo, here's a tissue
How would you deal?
if your shit got real?
your mom works two jobs,
and she still can't buy a meal, or to eat, you have to steal
or maybe, surprise!
god decided to take the sight from your eyes.

No, you're just sad
because you can't get your hair to do that flippy thing
or your mean mommy won't let you wear that eyebrow ring.
you say your life keeps getting crappier
but wouldn't it make you happier,

If you stopped dwelling on a high school breakup,
and rejoiced in the fact that you can afford that eye makeup.

dude, your parents are rich
you have two butlers, and a maid
your allowance is twice what they get paid!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have real things to do
My parents won't pay for my life
I have to decide what shitty college to go to!

so finally, here's a life lesson,
don't sit around and pout,
or my foot will give you something to be really depressed about.


I wrote it about an emo kid I know who keeps calling me and complaining about how hard his life is.