IF you are one of those people who despise everyone and everyone despises you, say I. I. I also despise bananas. There are many uses for bananas besides eating them. Composting is a good idea. Also, BANANA PHONE! Banana Phone, Banana Phone, Ring! Ring! Ring! Banana Phone...
The other day, I was sitting at the lunch table all by myself, on the table to my right were kids howling with laughter and on the left` side was Sandra Wilson (I just made up that name) breaking down a box of Nerds that she just devoured. I stared and stared, then started this poem to show how I felt that day (and my entire life):
My life is like that box. My feeling full, but with just a single poke or pry, the good feelings leave without notice of company. I can be broken down, torn apart, and no one will ever know that I had many other usefulnesses. Containing small items, a finger puppet, or even a telescope. Now I am nothing. Nothing is something. Something is nothing. And in a way, I am both.
I felt envy.
I laughed.
I almost choked.
I cried.
My tooth hurt.
I left and wondered about.
Then I heard a loud shout.
I turned around and found a pebble.
I left and tripped.
My toe hurt.
I cried.