If your computer is blocking the wingnuttery from reaching you, I'm not sure dystopia is the word you want.
'War Stories'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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Okay, help desperately needed!
I have the first 5 lines of a sestina. I need help with one more (the writing doesn't have to be good, it just has to be done!) The last line should be 10 syllables long and should end with a verb or a noun. HELP!
“Pull up your pants” is what I want to yell
at all the kids with their droopy-assed pants.
Who wants to see a ribbon of fabric
that peeks above the waistband on a boy
young enough to be your very own son?
Or even worse his milky white ass crack?
"They're all wedgies just waiting to happen."
O I like billytea's better.
Those are both great!
Just dropping by to give a 1500-post late Thank You for the birthday wishes last week. This whole No Boards/LJ At Work thing is hard, people, it's hard.
Hee! I'm too tired to come up with a line, but you made me remember S's face when I told him the superlarge tshirt thing popular on the street was like guys wearing a dress.Which made me laugh for a moment.
And he's in a institutional facility now. He wouldn't stay in school at great-grandma's, he kept running away from the county group home courts first put him at. He kept running back to great-grandma. Courts put him at Fayette Street (from what I understand, a low-risk juvie) until he's 18. Very limited family visits. Pretty much them visiting him. It kills me. He's a sweet kid who is gonna get fucked by the system. He's a crack baby, with a mental age likely to be stuck at around 12. But a sweet boy, who could handle the responsibility of watching my cats and loved it and took such joy in it. And now I fear the best parts of him are going to end up used for the worst parts of this city.
Um, sorry. Ran into neighbor, got the latest, got depressed and somehow it became mememe.
woot! it only took, what, over an hour, to write the fucking poem. I've got to write another one now. I hate this assignment.
Write the next one about how much you hate the assignment. Poetry is easier when it's fueled by emotion.