The ever present smirk that you wear on your face
is your own personal villain's trademark;
the glint in your eye and the curve of your mouth
precede each snide comment that falls off of your tongue.
Arms crossed at your chest, leaning back on your heel
ears open to the talk of America around you;
this facade is much too easy to see through
you are a predator ready to pounce.
Bright blue eyes and spiked blond hair decorate your face
you are the picture of a boy band wanna-be at its finest;
your pretentious leather jacket that hangs on your shoulders
matches your skeptical raised eyebrows in unparalleled style.
As you watch and wait for an opportunity
to criticize me in your sophisticated British accent,
I wonder if I can meet the villainous American
who so clearly a great effect on you?
Alright first thing first, can anyone tell me how to get these stupid "Reactions" from appearing underneath each post? I can't figure it out.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is about a boy who always hangs out in my flat, he's friends with one of our flatmates. He's constantly criticizing me and the other Americans who are in the flat and it's really annoying. He's pretty obnoxious and he really needs to find something better to do with his time than make fun of us, because it's just pathetic.
I like the first stanza and that part about the leather jacket, the rest could use work.