Day 177: I Wish To Take It All Back

I want to take it back. A lot of things back. I am not saying I have regrets, but a redo would be nice right now.

Today was the Poetry Slam, more specifically, the "Senior Slam". That is where are all of the senior poets come in and say some kind of deep poem. I finished mine 15 minutes before the poetry slam. It was 12 lines long and it was stupid. I feel so bad about it.

This is a goodbye
I was hoping to make it cliche
I have a massive headache
Mr. VanEyken, is my rhyming OK?

I wanted to say I love you
And all of those cutsie things
My brain still hurts
We are all word smithing kings

So basically I love you all
I am cutting you all down with my poetic scythe
Je suis mal a la tete
Have a wonderful life.

Please invent a time machine so that I correct this mistake. Someone after the Poetry Slam in my French class told me that of all of the poems, mine was the most unmoving. I feel so bad about this. I really had a headache and I made myself look like a fool, as I usually do.

I feel horrible remembering it. Good job, me.