A Person Called Dy
As the bus drove us to school
& the talkative Dy continued to talk
Never stopping, always bragging
Holding the book, never studying
Always would like to stand as bus 12 drove by
She always laughs & smiles
Hitting the book on the chair, a million times
If the book would talk he would say: oh God burn me now
Better than hell
She continues to talk, looking at the Indians in a bus
Smiling & waving goodbye
As she plays with me the basketball &
Hits a millions people’s head
She always buys 4 chips a day
& eats a gum to calm her down
She never accepts a joke
She always goes sad, & looks at the windows sun
She swear she’d never forgive me for life
So I asked: does this include not talking ever?
She always brings her phone to school
& listens to the stupidest song ever made
Oh my cells are bored from this
She always makes me laugh &
Sometimes she makes me cry
She loved a song for 2 continuous years
Why is she so sensitive?
And I thought I’m the one
Who complained I?!
Copyright © Louzana Nubani | Year Posted 2010
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