What Shall I Do About Carla McFee?

What shall I do about Carla McFee?
The girl is truly getting to me.
All her mocking and taunting.
To face her is daunting.
Tormenting me gives her such glee
At night in my bed,
You know what I do?
I imagine her dead,
And suffering too.
I inflict on her torture.
She’s tied to a stake.
The flames singe and scorch her.
Her insides, they bake.
Or [...]

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The Lunchroom

I sit here in the lunchroom,
And chomp my ham and cheese.
I smell the scent of mushroom.
The gang begins to tease.
“Your spring rolls have sprung.
Your bean curd’s a turd.
Your dumplings are dung.
And you’re such a nerd.”
Her name is Ming Ma Wong.
She’s eating egg drop soup.
Her eyes look sadly woe begone.
Her shoulders start to droop.
I catch a [...]

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I Know Who I Am

Today they called me stupid
They said I had no brain.
They sneered at me.
They jeered at me.
And stared with such disdain.But…
I lie in bed tonight.
As happy as a clam.
Because you see,
Or do you see?
I know just who I am.
Tonight I am a dragon-slayer,
The greatest anywhere.
I hunt the beast.
I find the beast,
Asleep within its lair.
I charge it [...]

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