Author Archives: nicola racanelli
G-Prison Poem
It is highly recommended that people do not seek out partners through the internet. I spoke to an intriguing young man who claimed he lived in a beautiful, exclusive area. As I inquired about this exclusive area, it became known … Continue reading
13 Years Old
Dirty bombing. Yay! Wake Up! “I’m up, I’m up,” he muttered. And up he was. It was the fourth of July in his pants. Look out, it is photo-shopped. “Well, aren’t you a fancy pants,” she sneered. The best of … Continue reading
Christmas: For Little Adorable Tykes
Tomorrow night is Christmas Yule tides, mirth and all that crap A fat man, yelling “ho ho ho” will show, With materialism in his sack. I find it fucking hilarious That the symbol of love and giving Is an … Continue reading
Ms. Unqualified
You said I was late. Absurd You claimed I missed a day. Bogus. You gracefully said it was non-excusable. Ridiculous. You’re aggressive. You’re coarse. You’re exhausting. You were so very wrong. Humiliating. You tried to lower my grade. Fat chance. … Continue reading
My Request
Yo Racanelli, Congrats! I’m stoked to tell you that your request to get into UBC has been sort-of accepted. You’ve been kind of accepted to the BEd program for high school (in Vancity for a 12 month program) for 2016-2017, … Continue reading