(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When I was thirteen, I got a pair of glasses. <br />People called me four eyes and I kicked their asses. <br />They thought because I wore glasses, I was a wimp. <br />When I got done with them, they walked with a limp. <br />My teacher called me four eyes too and I was appalled. <br />He was lying on the floor after I used my slingshot to shoot him in the balls. <br />The principal gave me a swirly in a toilet because my teacher was his son. <br />Several hours later I scalped him while he was sleeping and he thought I was an indian. <br />People regretted what they did before. <br />After I kicked their asses, they didn't make fun of me anymore.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-eyes/
