It is suitable for any age!
(Ha, ha! That rhymes! Isn't that brilliant? Oh. Keep reading, then.)
Little Pink Things
They come in from little sisters' rooms,
And certain girls at school.
They're not made of any know substance
But they're the opposite of cool.
They pose a threat to anything
Technical or complex
Sucking everything boys work to build
Through their ever-girly vortex.
For lack of a real name, some people call them
The Destructo-Cootie-Viruses
They'll tear up anything high-tech they can see
Through their little pinky irises.
They'll go down to your computer,
Wherever you happen have one
And delete all your files,
Saying it just wants to have fun.
When it gets done with that,
It will find your video games
First messing up memory
Then erasing all their names.
If you wake up one morning
And your E-mail's not there,
Your game's don't work
And pink smoke's in the air,
I'd like to help you, I really would,
But HEY, I don't want 'em, Bub!
You know you're house is infested with
The Super-Cootie-Bug.
Losing Your Mind
It's funny how people say
"I'm losing my mind",
'Cuz what you can't lose
I'm sure you can't find!
It's just an expression,
Like "stop it; you're killing me!"
If something's so funny,
Saying that's pretty silly!
Or what about
"I hate you! Go way!"
When those two could be hugging
The very next day?
If they're gonna divorce,
Why do people marry?
The idea, I think,
Is one pretty scary.
Or when they steal,
Doing evil with clarity,
When a couple of months later,
They give it to charity?
Humans can be funny creatures sometimes.
This could be because
They're all "Losing Their Minds".
Hope
Sometimes you think
Things couldn't get worse;
Like writing a poem
When you can't think of a verse.
It can be easy to give in to despair
But doing that will get you nowhere.
Not giving yourself a chance�
That's not really fair.
There are two ways to look
at anything,
And sometimes the worse one's
more eye-catching.
But as I said before,
You'll end up on the floor,
If you let slam in your face
Opportunity's door.
With hope however,
There's always a chance
That someday you will
sing and dance
For the joy of knowing
What you managed to do,
While others weep,
Wishing they'd been like you
Only this I have to tell you,
My friend:
Never lose hope
For a better end!
Future
Who can tell
What the future has in store?
Maybe it'll be great,
Or it could be quite poor.
We hope for the best
And fear the worst;
And some make it better
By changing it first
The thing about future
Is that it comes from the past;
Each part in the sequence
Is based on the last.
If we all do our share,
And we all do our part,
Making decisions
That we feel are smart,
I think everyone knows,
Deep down at heart
That the Future is safe
If we all do our part
Can't think of it�
Inspiration can be weird.
Sometimes you seem to grow a beard
Trying to think of something good,
When all that seems to come is weird.
Sometimes it can be
Quite annoying,
When it seems like
Something's toying
With your mind,
And you can't find
A place to hide
Inside.
You try and try
'Till you almost cry,
And you think about yourself
"What is wrong with this guy?"
But all the fussing is for naught,
For you still can't think of a single great thought.
Inside it feels like a war's been fought,
But you must have lost for what you sought
Is quite different from what you got
Which was naught.
Pretty soon,
You begin to get drowsy,
Then you go to bed,
Feeling lousy
While you're dreaming,
You come up with a lot
But once you're awake,
It seems you forgot.
Losers
What defines a loser,
And what does being one mean?
It's just a stupid little paradigm;
One which too many have seen.
It's someone who isn't
Commonly liked,
For whom 'popularity'
Is well out of sight.
It's not a nice name,
Though there are worse ones still,
Made up just because
Someone liked thrill
Of being 'cooler'
Than somebody else,
As though, somehow,
They think it helps
Them get ahead in life
Later on,
But they'll find out
That all their brawn,
Won't help them much
When the chips are down
And the worst of them will run
Clear out of town.
It just might be the geeks,
the nerds and the "pets"
Whose futures end up
As the very best.
If the 'losers' work hard,
They may well get ahead
So if they say that you're one,
Be sure not to let
It get to you much,
Or make you fret,
'Cuz if you just do your best,
Then you're prob'ly all set!
Art
Art is not
Just something you see.
It's something you feel.
It's something you be.
I think that art
Has many forms.
There's writing and music,
Plus pictures, of course.
Art needs to be something
That you can feel.
If you cannot sense it,
It isn't quite real.
Any art's an expression,
Which can be understood
Only be those
Who see them as "good".
A type of art
That you don't understand
Is useless to you.
It's pointless, and,
You should try something else
Like Karate, or dancing!
See if there's another art
That you more fancy.
I would think everybody
Likes art of some kind.
And if you've given up on it,
You can always change your mind.
Video Games
My Nana does no like them,
But I, though, really do!
Most kids share my opinion.
Could that, by chance, mean you?
If you are a grown-up,
Then you may tend to think
'These games will rot our brains away,
And just, in general, stink.
But if you play them,
You will find
Some can exercise
The mind.
Xbox, GameBoy, PlayStation2;
These names may mean nothing to you,
But to today's kids they mean lots of fun
And can enjoyed by everyone!
Car Trips
Car rides can be fun,
as long as they're not long.
If they take much time, though,
THEN something's just wrong.
'Course,long trips are alright,
As long as they're at night.
'Cuz that way I'm asleep,
And unconciousness I'll keep.
But after a while of being awake,
There more boredom than I can take!
This is where books and GameBoy come in.
They keep me buisy a while, but THEN,
I.GET.BORED.AGAIN!
*bummer*
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