yay, time to spam up internet space with my writing^^

Inappropriate
I play a peculiar game.
However, I only play in the company of friends,
since it's more fun in a group than alone.
It's called the penis game.

It's very simple to play:
Whoever shouts "Penis" the loudest, wins.
We get pretty loud, my friends and I,
and while we're giggling at our game,
some adult inevitably rushes over and shuts us up.

Freedom of speech my ass.

I know some words may cause harm,
but who I ask you, gets scarred by the word "Penis"?
Every male has a penis,
and just because it isn't acknowledged in public,
doesn't change the fact that it's still there,
and it's probably, (not to mention hopefully!) going to stay there too.

What worries me most though,
are adult's reactions to particular words.

When we shout "Penis", we hear:
"Don't say that word! It's inappropriate!"
When we shout homelessness,
or genocide,
or hate,
we get: "Shhhh! Be quiet! You're too loud!"

I live in a world where "penis" is more inappropriate
than homelessness, genocide and hate.
Whoa...

Time for the second poem. I wrote this as an assignment in my senior year of high school, so the person I talk to is my teacher, just so peeps aren't confused:

A love poem, hmmmm?
So, Mr.G wants me
to write a love poem, eh?
Well too bad for him.
Frankly, he's asking for the impossible.

I mean, sure, I can write a sappy poem,
where i can talk about having
feelings for some girl I know,
and I can blabber on and on
about how her actions make me swoon:
The twinkle in her eye
as she laughs,
the feeling of her hands
through my hair,
the warm touch
of her lips against mine,
all that hogwash.

I can even base the poem
on real life experience and feelings.
Talk about real love
and show examples
of my true emotions.
How my love comes
with pain and sorrow,
How i'm losing sleep at night
and turning gaunt.
Will that make my poem of love any better?
Not a god damn chance.

This right here,
what your eyes are on,
is a piece of printer paper,
with a bunch of ink symbols
that you can translate into ideas.
This is a horrible way
to describe love.
Until you can put the softness
in one's eye
on paper,
Until receiving a warm hug, with her breath
taking the numbness
out of your body
becomes a word,
and until the feeling of her kiss
on your lips,
locking away your pain
and fear into a dark corner of your soul,
and releasing all the joy
and happiness
your being could ever feel,
can truly be put down on paper,
I cannot write a love poem.

Sorry Mr. G, but keep dreaming.
Ill be taking that F now.