times... that is...

only contorted... contorted beyond recognition...

much like recent times themselves

 

old faces...

runnen about tween my ears

causen ruckus late in the year

 

this bustles around

our silly yearbook

a crazed institution if asked of me

almost as crazed as the school that composes it

year by year

 

*hah thats all

the rest was crap

for a full version of this poem

pay me to try and read the rest of what i wrote

and i'll attempt to translate lol*

*good enough for me as it is *shrugs* lol*