"Trashcancer" an old poem

Here is poem I wrote senior year. It is a reflection of time spent at the high school age. You feel so connected with everything around you that when you do stupid pranks it never really seems insane until maybe years later.

Trashcancer

Remember the time you kissed that girl?

Remember how it turned out to be a dude?

That was a crazy time. I hit you in the face

Because I was so jealous of your new puffy

Hat. I can't believe you ran those scissors

Through the teachers computer.

How did we ever get away that time?

The time we threw that water ballon

Full of maple syrup at that cop car.

How did we ever move that massive boulder?

How did we get away with so much destruction?

Remember that documentary about the people

That lived in dumpsters? How people fed them

Plastic show fruits. I really enjoyed it when you

Took that bath in potpourri.

Remember when we filled that mailbox

With rotten eggs and three-week old spaghetti

And milk.

I couldn't believe you managed to step in

Animal waste every time you went outside.

E.E. Cummings "Old Age Sticks"

old age sticks
up Keep
Off
signs)&
youth yanks them
down(old
age
cries No
Tres)&(pas)
youth laughs
(sing
old age
scolds Forbid
den Stop
Must
n't Don't
&)youth goes
right on
gr
owing old ^*

e. e. cummings

and THEN I won 50 bucks!!!

Hey guess what everybody! I received a check in the mail yesterday! For the previously stated amount. It turns out that I won 2nd plce in a poetry contest. Now I know what you are thinking. "Did you copy it off the internet?" and the answer is...not exactly. We had a project in Mr. Carter's creative writing class to write a response poem. I chose a poem by Wendell Berry and we were instructed to use the form to write a new poem in response. I guess the judges liked it because they said, "Blah blah blah something tangible...keep writing blah blah." I don't know if this is good thing. I mean money is always a good thing, but contests. I feel as though when judges judge teenage poetry they just look for something that doesn't suck and that day i sucked the least. So "great job, son. thanks for not talking about love or having your last named changed or death." I'm thinkin about blowin all the money on something big.
Things you can buy for $50:
Acoustic Guitar
this totally sweet lantern, tv, flashlight, radio thing
49 junoir bacon cheeseburgers
Polaroid 600 film (I recently made this purchase)