Poem

Sorry for the double post today, but I just found this poem I wrote in class the other day. Figured I'd share.



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I have a pet rock
whose name is Chris.

He sits on my desk
giving me advice on
girls and friends and life
when he sees me upset.

I had a pet rock
whose name was Chris.

He used to sit on my desk
helping me make sense with
life and friends and girls
when he saw me upset

That was before my brother
tossed him off the Rt. 70 bridge
into oncoming traffic.

Now he's in the back of a cop car
sitting next to my brother.



And thats it. So what'd you think? Do you like it? Is it too humorous and lame or is it good? Should I submit it somewhere? Share your thoughts.