Today I've managed to get in trouble for doing a biology project and studying biology instead of vacuuming the house and sweeping the basement steps down by 11:30AM. <--- on a snow day. I'm wondering if that's incredibly crazy or if I really should have just jumped up and done it or apologized (for a second time) for being such a huge disappointment for not doing chores on my day off (theirs too) before noon.
A poem I really like:
Battle Won Is Lost
They said, "You are no longer a lad."
I nodded.
They said, "Enter the council lodge."
I sat.
They said, "Our lands are at stake."
I scowled.
They said, "we are at war."
I hated.
They said, "Prepare red war symbols."
I painted.
They said, "Count coups."
I scalped.
They said, "You'll see friends die."
I cringed.
They said, "Desperate warriors fight best."
I charged.
They said, "Some will be wounded."
I bled.
They said, "To die is glorious."
They lied.
By Phil George
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