Note from Sheila: I can barely post this without screaming obscenities at my monitor.<\/p>\n
Note to Emily: It is your fault that I feel nauseous right now. Onward with the bad poetry by Jewel-bitch<\/i>:<\/p>\n
ME
\nI
\nI have blonde hair
\nI pluck my eyebrows
\nI have my father’s nose,
\nmy mother’s hands
\nI have crooked teeth
\nand green eyes
\nI play guitar
\nI used to get sick alot
\nI like the color of wine
\nI’ve cheated on boyfriends
\nI’ve owned fake ID
\nBut my hair is still blonde
\nand my teeth are still crooked
\nand I probably won’t always like
\nthe color of wine<\/p>\n
And that’s just the FIRST stanza. The rest is equally as nauseating. “My hair is still blonde”. Whaddya want, bitch, a medal? Also, is it so ODD THAT YOU WOULD HAVE A FAKE ID??? Why does that make you special? Also “I have veins that bleed”. Well, Jesus, honey, I hope so. WE ALL DO.<\/p>\n
And ooh – do you notice how she flips the “color of wine” thing on its ear? First she likes it … but then she knows she won’t ALWAYS like it.<\/p>\n
Uh … what?<\/p>\n
On a more serious note: her “poetry” makes me angry. <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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