by Jenny Shim
We’ve become accustomed to a sort of comfort, in turn becoming plebeians.
One can see that we’ve already begun to reject the nuisance of inquiry,
as the deterioration of the importance of the humanities becomes more obvious.
What happens now when we precious teens, the hopeful futures,
would rather have the fun and pointless above all?
Woe is the social rejects, the degenerate teens,
the schizophrenics, the weirdos, the anti-Heathers,
the outcasts, the horse-huggers– for it is they who,in the least,
eject from the status quo.
Those who get laughed at– taunted, for being peculiar, woe is they.