Teen Poetry: “Leftovers”
You think we want your table scraps?
You can keep them, you dicka-licka
Glad all you important eaters got to eat
We’re so grateful for your leftover piss salad
Ya stupid a-hole
Fight the power
You can’t bring me down, clown
I’ll watch you choke on your champagne
Mr. Suit Man
Keep your leftovers
I’ll set them on fire for you
You do not want my pain
Because I am insane
And you’re just a stain
