Mitzi Has Had Enough of Her High School Writing Club, and Lashes Out in a Pathetic Act of Rage That They Find "Brilliant," Thus Infuriating Her Even More

Melissa Thompson

Issue 7 * Fall 2001
couplets couplets
man o man
		snip snap to the beat
john john john come & mow my lawn
		
			into the microphone
	we dance
			and
				d
					i
						v
							e
couplets couplets
man o man
wish i had a baby grand
  cuz i'd play you the sweetest song
	sweet sweetback's bad-aaaaasssssss song

i don't capitalize 
cuz i'm so bloody 
alternnnnative and 
xxxxxtreeme (pass the mt. dew)

	and you never call me anymore. boo hoo.
	makin' me feel like a pile of poo.
	oh god, whooptydoo.


my worst night followed prom
it started with my mom
yellin' at me to cover my flesh
cuz i was only wearin' mesh 

	so i stole all her cash
	loaded up on corned beef hash
	and drove all freakin' night
	till i realized with fright

		rip torn was my dad
		dude, it was so sad
		i was bummed for hours
		till a guy gave me some flowers 

and then i felt all right
for the first time that freakin' night