a feeble attempt at angst poetry hen by hennifer n g s t my soul is like a jungle full of bad things under a thick moss of discontentment lies my underlying torment thrusting up from it are trees of hate spikes challenging the sky this font running through my jungle are many little sucks but cavemen it was easy why are they in the jungle to draw i don t know but they symbolize my cavemanity they breakdance the way my heart breakdances in devastation every time i stub my toe they do that twirly-breakdance move n o t e f r o m h e n n i f e r when they re really really mad ------------------------------------- like i do when my mom tries to make me i just want to make sure that every- clean my room or something one recognizes that as usual i m being completely non-serious =) oh woe is me LAZARUS - WHERE ANGST IS 3L33T B4YB33!$%!@$!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@@