Description: My family is touring colleges for me (for being the keyword), and I am pretty much lost...I wan banky. I wan banky real bad. Maybe not the peas....
Little Lotte doesn't want to wait for everything to happen. But wait....according to this poem, it sucks to grow up. I love how you make it bluntish and as if the narrator is in a gray cubicle at the end with 'I have taxes to pay.' The device of feeling that you use is quite amazing, actually, because you make it seem all frustrated and tantrumish until that last bit at the end, where it seems to just sigh and accept its chosen path; which is down. Plus, I like how its all ADD, but in a make-sense kinda way. Very entertaining, and I'd love to format this in a fun way...=P Oh wait, I already did! Hahahahah. Love Kdkat.
Baaaaa, you'll love college, believe me!! Fine, fine poem, loved it! bravo ... bravo ... bravo ... michael (you'll have more fun in college than you ever thought possible...)
Submission Name: Nostalgic Curse
