Are you ready for the depth of staggering genius displayed in the following poem?
Get ready to have your mind BLOWN.
I am lost like a boat at sea
the Carol now never used to be,
well, that’s not true really.
I always have talked and been a boss,
but never before did I feel so at loss
well, actually:
I’ve felt longing for a friend. But that feeling did end.
Well, what I mean is:
I need someone can count’n
though Shadow’s* friendship is profusful like a fountain…
Well, he’s not always there.
I am lost like a boat at sea,
the Carol now never used to be.
Well, that’s not true really.
-Me, age 11
* my childhood dog
That’s right, folk. PROFUSFUL.
