Here's a poem since I'm about to graduate soon:
"Dreams and Goals"
I as sit on graduation day
My life is never be the same agian
As the tassle hit's my face
New options will also dangle on my face
As I look at my parents from the field
I fear I would one day be like them
As I walk to get my dipolma
I think about the steps I need to take to be happy
As I shake the principle hands
I think about the boss that I will have to shake
As I look at my fellow student to my right
He is thinking the same thing
And as we throw your caps to the sky
I hope my goals will travel that high
sounds like graduation is worrying you a little>
yes I'm still writting. I'm always writting! I write more than I draw.
I wrote this for an anoying friend of mine that I've known for 10 years.
you think your funny, but your not.
why cant you stand still? just stop!
you talk consistently about nothing.
why dont you try some thing interesting?
you laugh at things that arnt funny and your always poncing money.
get a life and get a job.
I cant believe your such a slob!