Gym Class

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin

Other poetry

My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

Goodbye To You

  I thought you were so cool.

  Boy, I was wrong.

  I feel like su

aa ma teri paarti karun

peda kar gayi tujhe eahsaas bhi hai 

suniko ke raqt se aabad hindustan hai

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Why I Chose You

I've always underestimated myself,

Always tried to humble myself,

But when it cam

CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

TARO KE SAMAN RAHE

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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My Babe....

Together we may struggle

but without you all I feel is pain.

Sometimes I may seem

A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee whe