AN: Alright, this was originally a simple homework assignment for Lit Honors I did over the weekend, but I liked it sooooo much I just had to put it online to torture you all with. Anyway, good luck stomaching my drivel.

Oh yeah, for those who don't know, the first stanza is from Theme for English B by Langston Hughes, a Harlem Renaissance poet.

Oh, and reviews plz...

--

For the Vaguely Stupid and Nonsensical(Now With Violence XP)

The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—
Then, it will be true.

(That was incredibly plagiarism at all.)
Thanks for your input Raine, but its stuff I don’t need.
I’d prefer you stay silent, for you’re stupid indeed.
(Thanks for telling me so, but I feel slightly hurt.
Your lexicon so cutting, your words so curt.)

Apparently, this task is unmanageable.
(This rhyming thing is failing.
I believe your brain is ailing.)
Of course my mind’s evaporated,
For common sense has vacated.

(Apologies. That tends to happen.)
If you know it occurs, why do you stay,
If all it brings me is mental decay?
(Because it’s so much fun.
Everything else is so done.)

That last bit was rather poor.
Do you intend on doing more?
(You’re right, I’m running out of gas.
We oughta stop this now fast.)

XP

(pillows torn apart, bombs fly overhead, chairs trashed, gunfire, destroyed desk, random swordfighting, teddy bear blown to bits)

(XP)

It’s just occurred to me that we haven’t even started the assignment.
(Maybe we should put you in solitary confinement.)
Isn’t it a bit late?
(It’s never too late. We just tend to procrastinate.)

We are now, no doubt?
(I guess. There's not much else to left to talk about.)

--

AN: Alright, you can pull your heads out of your barfbags now. I'm done... oh yeah, review!