Mersault Poem

Stranger, Stranger

danger, danger

the facts I don't show any feelings

doesn't make me anymore decieving

tell the truth everyday

no lying for me today

maman just died the other day

i'll just sit at my house

watching people go down the street

they can't see me, too discrete

woke up to go to Masson's

got some arabs chasing us

walking in the steaming heat

got some sandals on my feet

see an arab covered in blood

red stains all over the sand like a flood

now left in a cell just to rot

never imagined i'd be stuck in this spot

left here alone to die

Gregor Poem

I am a bug not

a beetle or a slug

kinda cockroach looking

I don't care for what my mother is cooking

Get me out of this body please

for some reason I like rotten cheese

walking in my room on all six

hanging out with the couch not my family

my life, my body is becoming insanity

not cute, not adorable absolutely no vanity

this is for my sister

I really miss her

do anything to see her smile

i'd even crawl a mile

did you know I've been waiting a while

feels like an eternity

keeps going forever like infinity

my body, my soul, my prison

just give this poem a listen