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A short poem about the war in my old dorm room.


Submitted:Jun 15, 2009    Reads: 193    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


There are four of us:

Ash, Em, Leah, and me.

And it's us against them.

Em gets packages from her grandma-

who makes awesome cookies-

and hides them.

It's okay.

I have a truck

that Leah drives all the time

but they don't know.

And I hide the key.

Ash gets invited to every party-

Though I can't imagine how;

Her sanity is questionable-

but she never invites us...

Only Em.

Leah is nice to everyone,

but as soon as our roommates leave

she steals their food-

mainly Em's cookies.

Payback, bitch.





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