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    dots Submission Name: End This Placebodots

    Author: MornSweetSong
    ASL Info:    21/female/wales
    Elite Ratio:    4.42 - 110/83/46
    Words: 251
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angry
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       I went to a cafe today and some twat on the toilet gave me a filthy look for just standing there waiting for a cubicle whilst all the other self righteous twats took a dump. I stormed off shouting something similar to 'Fuck This Shit'. Argh, fucking society.

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    dotsEnd This Placebodots

    Want someone to blame - focus your hatred on me.
    I've got years of experience, a scapegoat pedigree.
    Black clothes, red hair, black eyes,
    Not sweetness or light, so it's me ya'll despise.

    I can't go to a fucking cafe without getting looks of pity,
    It seems that you can't have unity in diversity.
    Dismiss me, fine, ignore me, fucking perfect.
    Just don't you dare stamp me with the stamp marked 'reject'.

    Fuck your rules, fuck the crowds and the policies of conformation,
    I wouldn't stoop to your fucking levels in my direst moments of desperation.
    Yes I said fuck, shit, bollox, terribly fucking sorry for my inarticulate nature,
    I did have a conscience, it's week, spawned premature.

    You make my blood boil, my fury is turning in the grave,
    You're society is not my master, I'm not its slave.
    Take your fashion sense and political etiquette,
    I'll vashion with out trace, my face you'll forget.

    I am the one who sees the truth, not the facade of life's worth you hide behind.
    Your way is not the only way, you're all so poorly polished and refined.
    Take your old views and beliefs, burn them in a furnace,
    Whilst you live the way you do, life is just a rat race.

    Change now before it's too damn late, and you all succumb to a similar fate.

    Submitted on 2007-03-16 10:36:02     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      [censored] the conforming bull[censored]ters! They can't tell me how to act, I'll punch them in the [censored] face. Ok, so I don't dress extremely different, but I don't dress the same either. It isn't just about the clothes I wear, I rebel by saying exactly what I think, not caring about the other person's feelings. If they don't like me for me, they can catch on fire and wake up in Hell, and I'll tell them that too. Why do you think I have so many friend's? As always your poetry speaks to me, and the mood I'm in right now only adds to the pleasure I get from reading this poem. Oh, and on a totally different note, I'm thinking of starting a new style to stand out more. There are too many emo and goth kids at my school wearing black with the same exact hair styles, [censored] that. I'm going to start wearing nothing but pastel colors and I'm gonna die my hair bright green. [censored] the bull[censored], I'll be the only one doing it. You ever get that feeling that someone's giving you a really wierd look, and when you find the person doing it, you just scream [censored] YOU! I do.

    And weed for all!
    | Posted on 2007-03-30 00:00:00 | by Magic Dragon | [ Reply to This ]
      This poem reminds me of something i did a few months ago... Ok, so out assistant principal is a complete dick, and never says anything to a student. So i dressed up one day, kakis, a tie, and even a briefcase (ive had it since i was 10, dont ask) and when i walked past him he exteneded his hand and said "Hi how are you doing today" it surprised me and i shook his hand. The next day I wore my regular clothes and spiked and colored my hair for the day, and when i walked past him he shook his head. I thought it was kind of interesting. Because a week or two later I had to testify in cour for something and he was there and again, b/c i was dressed up he shook my hand, but whenever im in plain clohtes, he dismisses me... That kinda goes along with your poem. anyhoo.. I Liked it, i thought i was well written, though it could have gone without the pointing out of the cussing, that interupted the flow. but whatever, i thought i was good. thanks for the read.

    | Posted on 2007-03-18 00:00:00 | by Guermo | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes, and the sad thing is most of us end up conforming, just so we blend in a bit better and don't stand out so much.

    I know how this feels, being someone much like this in my teen years (moreso than now); yet, I'm still like this, feeling like an outcast, but I have mellowed over time, it not being such an issue to me anymore. I guess... you have to pick the real people who don't judge you on what you look like, right? And to feel comfortable in your own skin... to naysay the sheep-like critics with no sense of individuality.

    It's such a fruitloop world.


    | Posted on 2007-03-16 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ]

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