But see, you don't need rhyming stanzas to write a piece of poetry, so get that out of your heads, all of you who continue doing it!
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I never believed in you,
God, but tell me
it's not true. Please,
tell me failing grades
are just illusions, allusions
to stalkers of old cornerstones
who searched for their meanings;
tell me the non-lethal letters
dating back to days of adolescence
haven't turned feral on me.
(the grim, gaping mouths of the F's
grew fangs while I wasn't looking)
Though I don't fit
in with my own kind, my own kin,
with their red eyes,
sour breath and grinning mandibles,
I've fallen to a different pit than theirs,
an enemy territory
with science on its side.
(Figures eclipse the sun,
with eyes protected by glass,
and their “Hocus Pocus Prozac!”
Blasphemy. I growl,)
"I am not depressed!
Do not throw me in your cage;
do not throw me your pills like peanuts.
I know your game."
There's only war,
within and without the animal kingdom.
Maybe if I'm lucky, the survivors
will be harmless and herbivorous,
with tastes for weed and meager weeds,
because God knows I never stood a chance.
