Damn, son. You're starting to sound like me what with the angst. No stealing my ANGST BEAM, though. Maybe you secretly stole it and have been hiding it in your closet all this time... Hmm...
I wondered where it went. You bastard! You DID steal it!

yo. Nice poem, but it could stand to do without the rhyming, or, if you MUST rhyme, use off-rhyme, (words that sound like they rhyme, but don't, ex: boy, toil; pain, again; life, dice) Check out chapter 10, it's got the soundtrack to MMLS on the bottom.

Nice! I liked the silent movie reference. *thumbs up*