Blast from the past

I found my blog from high school! No, I will not give you the address, because it's full of embarrassing teenageriness. Reading that blog is an excruciatingly embarrassing experience. But, I did find a number of poems that I wrote. Once again, still pretty embarrassing, and I have eliminated the angstiest of them, but for the sheer nostalgia of it (and because I have like nothing creative in my brain these days), here is a pretty crappy poem I wrote when I was 17.

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Through the white noise and the static
I had to squint to see you
(Telling someone else's jokes,
and putting laughter in a box)

But what's the point of all my education
If nothing makes sense anyway?
Should I live like Hunter Thompson
Or die like Hemmingway?

And how do you obstruct my view
A thousand miles away?

It was so absurd I had to laugh.
(and laugh. and LAUGH)

It was so funny at the time
I finished off the poem with a rhyme.