Hate me. Fry me. Bake me. Try me.

Hate me. Fry me. Bake me. Try me.

by Czenna Achacruz

I love doing spontaneous poetry.

I am also stuck here in Geometry.

I don't know what's happening to me.

But suddenly, I got so moody.

For acting this way, I'm sorry.

I wanna watch Glee on ETC.

I miss laughing 'cause of TMZ.

How come Harvey Levin's so funny?

Watching Hollywood stars makes me feel lucky.

Holy Guacamole!

I'm tired of listening to Barney.

I call myself Poverty.

But it's fine, I'm free.

Don't dare listen to me.

For this time of the day, I had twenty shots of Hennessy.

Did this during Geom. I was sleepy.

And, I'm starting my career already as a spontaneous poet. \m/