Because I would not stop for Crafts

The Counselor yelled at me

I think that She is quite an Ass

And Stupid probably.

This whole damn thing   Is such a waste

And I am forced to play

When all I’d really rather do

Is Get the Hell Away

I drained the Pool, where Children dove

And then   when I was Done

I torched the pier and Climbing Wall

I kicked the Counselor’s Son

Or rather   He kicked Me

It Rains all day, I’ve caught a chill

For only Polyester, my Shorts

My T-Shirt   only Twill

At baseball, when they picked the Teams

Both Captains turned me Down

Then All the Kids, they laughed at me

I Superglued   the Mound

Since then   ’tis Reprimands   but that

Feels better than to Play

With nimrods who like Birdhouses

And shit made out of Clay

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Marianne Hess firmly asserts that this was Emily Dickinson’s first poem. We’re inclined to believe her, just because we’re all incredibly, incredibly gullible.