"Cluttered, messy, distasteful and bland"
I say as I hold this pen in my hand.
They have a computer in there that I like oh so much.
But the room is filled with junk I dont dare touch.

"Ouch" Amanda says.
Did you hear? Its like Oh My God!
Her favorite word!
ABSURED!!!

I'll listen with head phones to music
So I dont need to hear
These two girls cuz the way they talk is just way too queer.
Okay, peace over.
They wanna listen too. I better let them.
When MJ's mad she throws the nearest shoe.

Speaker on, volume up...
Then "Aunty Hairy" walks in and asks "sup?"
Shit!
We are in trouble again!
Her eyes glare and she is ready to slaughter.
Ehehehehe oh did i just corrupt your precious daughter?

Fine! So next time we'll lock the door.
But oh-no the adults are paranoid that we might act a whore.
Train of thought disturbed.

Joey walks in.
"Want to hear my riff?" he says with a big grin.
"Uh-no. Joey. not today."
"Fine bitch! Stay out of my way!"
HEY!!

Is there no peace in this room? i'm going to get some water
But i'll be back soon.
When I return, THE DOOR IS FUCKING LOCKED!
FINE GIRLS!! YOUR ROOM SUCKED ANYWAY!

-Angela Roes-

This is a super cool poem that Ang wrote a year ago. I just read it hisashiboobie! It could be a really really cool rap...like white rap. duuude!