"Bad Burn Blues"

Just another sunny summer day

Not a care in the world

I never thought that I would have to pay

For playing with yard tools that had been unfurled

But to my dismay the day would be for naught

And many days after as far as my arm is concerned

Because it was a mechanical beast that I had fought

That ended with my flesh and honor burned

My wounds were great and my pain severe

Crowds gathered by to see such devastation

There were more voices than I could bear to hear

Few people had seen such mutilation

It is lucky for me that it will only leave a scar

Just another problem that time and attention will solve

It would have been worse if I had been hit with a car 

Let us hope that my bad fortune does not evolve

"St. Patrick's Day Rush"

Today is March 17, 2014.
The day everyone goes out to wear green
My family from all over will meet
in the city, where we can properly greet
each other and celebrate this holiday.
I have to drive there and my dad will pay
me a hundred dollars to run some errands
for him. So before I leave we go over the plan
Go to Wine and Roses to pick up flowers,
the bakery for soda bread, go home to shower,
and be ready by five sharp he told me.
I looked at the time and it's 4:29!
I rush here I rush there but I'm almost done
I look at the clock it's 5:01!
My family waited because they love me
Now I can go to the city and see my family.

"Trouble Finding A Job"

There's no doubt I've been low on money,
no more chores with Mr. Cleany.
My parents cut me off,
I need a real job, one with a boss.

I don't eve know where to start,
I could be a mall cop, like Paul Blart.
or work at Starbacks making cappachinos
possibly even Macy's, hanging up clothes.

I'm driving down each street to look,
I'm applying everywhere, but everywhere is booked
Now I have to wait to see if anyone will call
I may as well just give up and find a nice hotdog stall.

I see a voice mail from an unknown number,
This could possibly be my savior.
I need more money asap, I'm getting by on few
But this could all change tomorrow, at my new job interview

 

"SAT Shivers"

The king of kings.

The test of tests.

Must finish before the bell rings.

That is my quest.

My fist try was a fluke.

It gave me great pain.

I thought I was about to puke.

My sacrifice of time will not be in vain.

But yet the SAT strikes again.

 Another chance to redeem my name.

If I don't succeed this time ill  be whipped by mother hen.

And inevitably be put out in the rain.

I burst through the doors like a monkey out of a box.

And took my seat as if I were relaxing by the docks.

I could see that other kids in the room had heads full of rocks.

I was going to pass this obstacle like Fantastic Mr. Fox.

 

"Film Studies Disaster"

Looking forward to another Film Studies class.

But whats this, something seems wrong.

It would appear that the smart board is all out of gas.

The board must have been made in Hong Kong.

The teacher tries to make a repair as the students watch.

But nothing seems to do the trick.

The people who made it were drinking too much scotch.

We should try hitting it with a brick.

Ill give it a try, time for Larry to go to work.

First I check the computer but I see no issue.

I survey the area to see where the problem may lurk.

If I don't fix this soon I'm going to need a tissue.

No evidence can be found, might as well look at the speaker.

I crawled behind the desk like a dog with a flea.

So its a loose wire that has made my class bleaker.

The movies back on folks and its all thanks to me.

"Race Against 12:00"

Its eleven fifty and I don't have much time.

In ten minutes I will be clean out of luck.

I hope this is an obstacle I will be able to climb.

If not Mrs. Collentine will make me look like a schmuck.

I procrastinated to the last possible minute.

Im sure this strategy will not pay off.

Eventually i will face this habit and win it.

But not before the stress of these last few minutes give me a cough.

Only three minutes to go before im toast.

Tomorrow will surely tell what will happen.

I hope that she will be an exceptionally good host.

Well only one minute so i might as well start rappin.

Yea well my goose is cooked because its twelve o clock.

It appears that i have lost my other sock.

My old moldy cheese is as hard as a rock.

Im sure this poem will make people talk.

Thank you goodnight!!!!!

"My Battle With Jie Fang"

Just another lazy school day afternoon.

Everything was as peaceful as can be.

Until I met a young man who whistled to a different tune.

And sought to see the end of me.

He shoved and gave out a scream.

I shoved and stood my ground

Until he saw that nobody was on his team.

Then he stared at me like a blood hound.

He then slowly backed away towards the door.

And warned me that he had knowledge of the arts.

He was discouraged when I gave a snore.

And he jumped through the doors like a man with a million hearts

The next day he waited for me outside class.

I saw him just as the bell rang.

He handed me a paper with his hands cold as brass.

In red crayon the words said "my name is Jie Fang".