Horribly Upset

I'm horribly upset
I don't want to talk about it.
My hair is a mess.
My clothes don't fit.
I can't sing a note
because my throat is hurting
And I can't stand up
Because my muscles are burning.
The car is a loser
I'd like to beat it up
Power steering doesn't work
and the battery's a..cup.
I have a ton of homework
I don't want to read the chapter
This is really dumb
And I'm going to turn into a raptor
This boy is a freaking idiot
I'd like to slug him in the face
But that would be bad
So i'll slow down the pace
This terrible poem is over now
I know you really liked it
So I will just take a bow
And become a poetry writer for the rest of my whole dang life.

The end