*snerk*

my bad poem:
angry wolf

I feel so angry and disconcerted sometimes,
sometimes i want to poke my pinkie finger and die,
the wolf is so scary and sad,
the rivers sound like ghosts .

I feel so angry and disconcerted ,
nobody understands my strange , bossy pain ,
I want to sleep and gargle in the rain
the wolf reminds me of feeling disconcerted , the rivers mock my irritation ,

sometimes i want to poke my pinkie finger and die,
underneath the scary , round sky