Two Highschool boys talking in tangled tounges
stumble over their words in cluttered conversations
of complex confusion that behold no morals.
"So how goes life ole' chum?"
"Same old, same young, same
make believe teenage crisis
devouring my morale whole. You?"
"Sleep deprivation goes hand-in-hand
with my poor performance in class.
The two make the lovliest
couple ever to destroy a persons
sanity and future in the blink of an eye,
but not the resting of one."
"Your preaching to the choir bro."
"Am I? It strikes me as being odd,
how I preach to a choir that
taught me to collect my good omens
but yet I fail to succeed
due to a hole in my pocket"
"Oh well, I tried to support
your feeble spirit which seeks
answers but refuses to
ask jeeves."
"Technology sucks."
"Hey, what'cha gonna' do?"
"I 'dunno......
Hey, how 'bout we explore the past?
Locate a deceased past time,
ressurect it to 2 seconds from now
to create our once childhood entertainment."
"HA!
1....
2....
3....
4....
I declare thumb war,
until muscles maim my whole army
and you kill my self esteem!"
"I win!"
"Son of a bitch.
I'll never win, I can only remain hoping
until this sponge of luck soaks up all
my hope and only leaves blots of disappointment."
"Cry me a river, build a bridge,
and get over it, whilst
the raging waters beneath
swiftly drift off with your happiness
and empty into an ocean of depression
until the glass S.O.S. bottle hits you in
the heart; CHEER UP!"
"Forget you.
I'll cast you away from my memories
so your blind insight doesn't see into my
point of view and steer me in the path
of corruption."
"What ever you say man."
"Yeah, what ever. See you
in later days where you're not
provoking my thoughts like a
magician swinging your charm
until I fall prisoner to your
stereotypical methods."
"Wow, get a grip
on your emotions that side twice
like day and night; tourettes
is your custom title."
"Later."
"Much."