Chem Class

wheeled tables
he
shattered shards
more than blessed
less than pretty
laughter
me
less cold and
cruel
than love
then before time
was forsakened
match lit
with ease
unyielding force
slight breeze
yelp
me
hotter than
antartica

down it
has
go
high in the sky
which is the
more fun for scrying
stop
stop for
start
not class
burn
not
burn not
there go
may jealousy
laughter
both
smoke
rising
down
class
chem
hey

A/N: Well, this is from a chem lab/class thing. I umm kind of sorta almost set my book on fire and this one kid dropped one of the beakers on the table and it shattered. Anyway, I had been challenged to write a poem that was just screwed up, so this was it. Please Review!