Are you laughing? I'm not.

Yes, that really is the title to this poem.

Are you laughing? I'm not. (30/4/2009)

Three cheers to my darling muse
For inspiring as many poems in a week
But wait a minute, why am I thanking you?
Let's have a look, shall we?
Last Friday I got snickers and stares
From a bunch of your fellow schoolmates
There was some pointing and plenty of glares
Whatever have you said?
So other than the cold shoulder
What else have you given moi?
Oh, I don't know, just possibly
The pain of being ignored?
Then of course, there's adolescent frustration
It's playing havoc with my skin
And let's not forget the void your absence brings
Constant hunger makes it impossible to stay thin
I can't take much more of this
Not saying the inspirations aren't of use
But seriously, will you just talk to me
This isn't at all cute
So once again, three cheers to you dear
For being my one and only muse
But I'll trade it all for just one thing
An actual conversation with you


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I've been eating like a pig for the past few weeks. Argh.