English fucking 30, what a load of bullshit.
Had to write a poetry exam today, which was bad enough, but Part 3, had me have to read 'Death, Be Not Proud', which is fucking dull to begin with, but the fourth question to answer regarding that poem was, I shit you not, 'How is the narrator telling death to not be proud?'
There is a goddamn 16-line poem six inches up, right there! An entire fucking poem about this dismal lunatic wittering on to an invisible personification, telling it not to be proud! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED ME TO REPEAT THAT BULLSHIT?!
If you are not aware; redundancy makes me want to vomit, scream and break shit, all at once.
6 years, 1 month ago
02 Oct 2012 00:00 CEST