SraJMcGin, I thank you for helping me with my posts. For my Previous post, on Another poem; did you not like the ending?
I wish I were not so despicable.
My socks leak with sweat and drool drips down my lips, making its way down my chin. Playing pranks on my teachers’ everyday; I get detention afterschool. Hopping my way down home, I stop to peek in windows of strangers. They notice me, and call the police. I bribe the police with money and am safe. My evil mind leads me to disastrous adventures which I enjoy experiencing. Knocking down kids at school, makes me feel amused. It’s like being addicted to drugs; I live for catastrophes. If a doctor were to check my heart, he would experience an attack himself.
Or were you giving me a suggestion to take the on out?
It was only a suggestion to remove on! I liked your poem.
Sra