High-School Poem Of The Day

So I was digging around in the attic this weekend and stumbled upon my old high school literary magazine. Sweet hot Jesus. I opened this thing up in that stiflingly hot attic and read for almost 25 minutes straight, too entertained to mind the fact that I was sweating like a whore in church.Here's one of my favorites. I blotted out the writer's name to save him any further embarrassment. Click