Note from the author: This is, I know, not a good poem. It's a heartfelt poem, though. I got a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Journal, and while it's a good idea, the thing is set up for teens with problems like discrimination, and it appeals upper-middle-class preteens, who, I daresay, are almost never discriminated against that way. It's just badly done. I don't hate it with the fervor I do Limited Too, only for the same reasons. Okay. Now read.


Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul--
Mind-numbing stories by teenage twits.
Would you like another bowl
To wear away at your mind and wits?

These stories inspire only hate.
Oh, dear, you say your parents fight?
They won't let you go out on a date?
Your hamster died the other night?

I can't believe your make-up smears
Or that you hate your hair.
All your problems, it appears
Are neither here nor there.

In fact, about your parents' fighting
I'd like to make a wager:
Your stories are creative writing
You're just a bored teenager.