A/N: Don't ask where this came from. Apart from the Outsiders of course. One of my old reading texts that I kept.
Written for the 100_poems challenge, poem...hang on, I've lost count. *checks* 45/100, and day 22, and for the 5,10,20,50,70,100 fandoms challenge, fandom 33.
Can't Write a Poem
Poems are great and all.
I mean, I like to read them
but I couldn't write one to save my life
And I like my teacher and all
but this time I'm convinced
he wants me to fail.
The composition was hard enough;
it took me weeks to make a decent start
and then all the crap just poured outta my mouth
and he gives me an A on it.
Darry was happy I guess.
So was Soda, not that he ever cared about grades anyway.
They hadn't read the comp. though; I didn't want them to
and for once Darry went along with me.
Maybe it was because of that breakdown Soda had.
Still, if Darry finds I've been randomly scribbling here
instead of writing pretty rhyme and whatever the fuck they call –
I mean, I'm a greaser. Greaser's trash talk and mess up our hair and shop-lift
and none of that's changed. That'll probably never change.
Sometimes, it doesn't make me feel too hot.
This is a guy I want to make proud. But it ain't happening.
At least I'm not on the verge of failing this time.
But I ain't got an excuse either. I can't write poetry for shit ain't gonna cut it.
See? I don't often cuss out on paper.
I am not handing this in.
But then again, I had said the same about my composition.
Darry'll flip if he reads this though.
Maybe it'll sound better if I cross out some stuff.