New Year of School, New Year of Pain

Hey y'all, Summer is over and, wait, did we even have a summer this year? There was more rain then days were days of natural blue. Not much going on but as a returnie to school I must complain about homework, and work and space mutants, for something or other, but space mutants must be complained about or else the sewer mutants will rise up in a devolution revolution! Sorry about that just been futurama recent, new episodes and all. Writing hasn't started yet but I've got to go to a Meitheal graduation ceremony, which means I will official start Meitheal work. I haven't done much work for the summer but I've got some poems for you guys from the last two Kinsale Poetry Evenings that I wrote:

Macabre boredom, Serial Sorrow,

The end to this age of nothing is nigh,

And now I am doomed,

But from when I had nothing ta’do,

I’ll soon get too much to care,

So I despises the rising hours of fearful hate,

For September is nearly here.

Frostbite Ode

I’m in an odd little mood,

But I think I’m perfectly sane,

All I want is frost bite,

It’s cold bites and certain death,

I’ll even take Acid burns, stab wounds and man eating insects,

Anything but these damn sunburns!

A man made forest sitting on the sea,

The dream of many a man,

But they sleep standing in this idle hour that no man sleeps.

By an ancient and mystic grace, a noble beast of the night,

By the glory of the sun he walks by the grace of a ballerina,

He laid asleep all day to collect that grace,

A walk like a model’s show,

Here is a miniature tiger, A panther in tabby,

A feline friend and companion.

When you are in hell,

Just to torture you,

Another year of pain.

How I wish to throw them into a gutter

And fry them in butter,

For my pies,

A meat like no other,

Fills My teacher and gravy pie.

One for boredom,

Two for homework,

Three for break to lunch (unless double),

Four for detention,

Five for plasticisation

Six for a full day (With the doubles)

Seven for,

AW damn it,

Do have to say anymore horrors,

That teachers bring?

  Yours truly,

          The Abyss One,

                               Jamie.