The Last Day of School

The last day of school is here,
but wait no one is near.
The teachers are gone and so are the kids.
OMG there are can lids.
Listen to the Greek Mythology.
Oh, great, now she's talking about Dragonology.
The God of War. The God of War.
Oww! My arm feels sore.
No one near, no one far.
So, get the hell in the cattle car.
Fucking bitches. Fucking sluts.
They're all sleeping in Tiki Huts.
Stupid rap. Stupid Hip-hop.
Stupid R&B. Oh! A mop.
This doesn't rhyme I know it's lame.
Oh man, I feel so ashamed.
I always say eggilicious,
but now it is ambitious.
Aliens are coming; they are here to invade.
My girlfriend has a serenade.
They are Martians to kil,
but just stand still.
Please take the teachers take the homework,
or I will stab you with a fork.
Take 'em now take 'em, far
or I will throw you in a cattle car.
Take the schools take 'em now
and you and have my stupid little cow.
Stick it in good, stick it in hard
or you will eat pounds of lard.

Earth

We live on a dieing world.
The grasses and trees decrease.
The planet turns brown and dies.
Humans... We cause the end.
Our existence brings armaggedon.
We need to change our actions.
From war to peace and destruction to construction.
Let us fix the world; together we can help.
We can make a change.
Make a change to Planet Earth and
All who inhabit it.

We are like a continent apart,
but I can hear you,
like you are right beside me.
I can feel your breath,
but I cannot see you.
I can touch you in my heart.
I want to cross this continent,
but when I do, you are not there,
to see me, to feel my touch, or hear my voice.
I can see you, but I need to wait.
Meet to wait for the end.
Hopefully my mind can be in sync
with your beauty.
Please don't change your beauty
or your personality
because I want to see you the same.
Feel you the same and hear you the same.

To See You, One More Time

If I could see you,
Just one more time,
I would give up anything.
If I had to starve,
If I had to be beat,
If I had to die,
Just to see you,
One more time.
I have a picture I hold,
and a bracelet I wear,
But nothing is more sensational
than to see you,
One more time.
I gave you more than I should,
But I care.
Care for you,
and my love to you.

I am tormented

I am the tormented.
I have my tormenters,
but I will not be a tormented.
Those who torment me now
will regret who they are
and who they did torment.
My heart is a beating war drum.
It is calm.
Its rhythm is like a lullaby beat,
but it will trigger like a bellowing
beat that will terrify any living
being in its wake.
I am tormented.
I have tormentors,
but I will change that.

Je voudrais...

I would like to be free,
I would like to be loved,
I would like to be alive,
and live life to the fullest,
but I am not free, no.
I am not loved, no.
And I am not alive, no.
I wish that everyone loved me.
Why do they not free me,
and how can someone revive me.
I want to live, be free, and love.
I focus and focus and focus,
but after months, weeks, and days
nothings has happened to me.
In French now,
Je voudrais etre aimer.
I would like to be loved.

Colors

The colors that I see are magical.
All colors of the rainbow.
The blueness of the sky.
The red of my blood,
But I see more to these.
I see the beautiful brown in your eye.
The shining white of your glowing smile.
And the waving yellow of your hair.