Five, Seven, Five

I bought a new hard drive today, and while it formats I have been combing through archived high school work tucked away on one of my other disks. I’m still really proud of some of these essays, especially after seeing what passes for college writing these days. Then again, there’s some embarrassing stuff too. In 10th grade, when a teacher I didn’t respect asked for poetry, I turned in a couple dozen shitty haikus like this one:

Hello, beautiful
Are handcuffs necessary?
Oh, crap. You’re a cop.