Mrs. GH's 2nd Period AP Lit Class

Now now Jake, don't be overly presumptuous about our tastes--some mainstream is good, but in doses. See, they're a lot like gummi worm medicine my friend has at Pacific. They taste JUST like real gummi worms, but if you eat too many you'll OD and die. Well, mainstream music is ilke that; it's good in doses but if you get hooked on it your will to accept more open-minded genres will die. So no, mainstream is not necessarily bad, unless we're talking about music with frivolous lines like, "This sh** is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s," and even that, while totally ludicrous in meaning, can be downsized by a catchy beat and women empowerment through the radio. Oh, Gwen Stefani.

In other news, I wrote a poem about the ex--
Don't mind the line numbers.

"Our Tainted Fruit"
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Blueberry lines
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and frazzled thorn vines
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make me exaltant
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that you are mine.
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Apricot squares
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and cinnamon pears
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remind me of fingers
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musing your hairs.
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Rotten fig skies
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and tart cherry pies
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I taste and I see
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in our season's demise.
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Carameless apples and
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blood-crusted dapples
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cover the rim
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of our passionfruit snapple.
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Green non-ripe fruit
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and your smile so cute
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are all I've got left
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past berries and roots.
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A subsistent boy
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you're sauce and I'm soy
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and you fling our old times
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like some worthless toy.
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I sit and I make
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a Christmas fruitcake
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with our rotten figs
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for old springtime's sake.
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All the love I can give electronically:
Alexander Catchings I