i wrote a poem and shared it with my class, now everyone thinks I'm a junkie who skates. Makes me sad but it also makes me want to throw-up-laugh. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that my poem is a trap. For all those wh've never been rejects of society, they'd think instinctively of the narrator in the poem as shooting up themselves with drugs... not some metaphor...then again the junkie worrisome about a cat being run over seems (to most academic-psuedo-egotistcal folks) beyond comprehension, as if anything not human is not worthy of sympathy...some shit like that. what a world we live in and i need to leave.