The poem that ruined my life

Ok then.......any young writer like myself dreams of making an impact in the world of poetry, stories, songs well i dont no anything that has something to do with writing.....That was my biggest dream i even went as far as dreaming of becoming a highly respected and controversial writer too....But i didnt think that i would end up loosing the job of my dreams over it......

I worked at a school for children with physical disabilities i was loving it....It started off as being my college work placement and i loved it straight away the pupils the staff the timetable....everything was just brilliant i was on cloud nine.....then a few weeks in it was going that well that i was asked to go on one of there anual week trips to whales which was a big honour and a lot of responsibility.....Obviously i said yes and it was brilliant....then over the few weeks i decided to leave college and ask the scool in question weather they would take me on as a paid apprentice and after a few more weeks of ums and r's.....they finallly said yes and i was over the moon....So i started and it was cool fun and i felt like a real member of the team....

But 3 weeks in my old luck popped back into mylife...i had the idea of taking one of my poems into school to show a fellow member of staff a poem i had written Called ''Darren You Dirty Slag'' and the person i was showing it to was called darren and thats why i was taking it in....The co-worker darren gave me a lift closer to home nearli evri day after school so i didnt have to wait in the traffic......Id got to no him abit better and thought he would love the poem.........he did but a month afterwards....ya see i had the poem on my memory stick so i put it into the computer and printed the poem in question....but the first computer and printer i tried didnt work it said sent to printer but nout came out.....so i moved on to the next computer and printer and wollah......it woked i was so happy i thought right that will be something funny to show daren on the way home,,,,,,,i thought wrong....i thought very fucking wrong.....the poem did print off the first computer but into another room..........

And you never guess who it printed out to guess go on......? ya give up yeah it was Darren he was in the computer room where my poem printed out and the first thing he sees come out the computer is Darren you dirty slag......so as procedure says Darren took the poem to the heads and deputy heads of the school and i was later sacked and my lovely busy happy meaningful world was stolen from me........my own bloody fault for taking that sort of material in the first place into a scool but god the gods were against me...........

And ya neva guess what im now working for darren (lol) at his home working as a pa to the guy living with them who has c.p .............. its an ok job.i mean its not meaningful, i aint making a difference anymore im not happy, i hate my life and evrione in it to an extent (except my lovely cats)

Now as an extra treat for this blog entry here is the actual poem that got me sacked (lol) and they never ended up paying me for my 3 weeks there they ow me 240 quid......basterds........well heres the poem its graphic..........i like it.............you may not....the school defo didnt.......


Darren you dirty slag

Dirty Darren likes to take it deep.
Dirty Darren works hard for his feast.
Dirty Darren likes to feel the flesh between his teeth.
Dirty Darren can’t be beat.

He’ll have you swinging from the chandeliers.
Deep heavy breathing and profanities in your ear.
He likes to fuck to music and he may very well read.
Dirty Darren likes it rough sometimes so… he may even want to make you bleed.

Dirty Darren, Dirty Darren you’re an illusive boy and during your sexual games you use oodles of costumes and sex toys. Bang goes the headboard out goes your soul.
He will fill, spit and come all over your hole.

He likes a clean entrance and tidy view so make sure you get trimming.
Due to the fact the dirty bastard among a hell of a lot of other things, loves rimming.
Now a message to any future fuck buddies, Darren can get peckish.
So expect on the menu… among other things your dick.

Dirty Darren had many female friends. But lost them all because he always ends up fucking their boyfriends in the end.
Dirty Darren digs deep; Dirty Darren does anything but sleep.
Dirty Darren takes any girth, colour or size.
As long as they don’t ejaculate in his eyes.

Darren is a man of the world, and he is an open book.
There are only simple questions someone could ask him about how he likes to fuck.

Darren do ya like cock?
Darren do ya like them long?
Darren do ya like wimps or geezers?
Darren do ya like them strong?

Darren will fuck even when sex is out of fashion.
Being on top is Darren’s gravest passion.
So if you’re lucky enough to get a session with him.
Your sexually epic journey is about to begin.

Basically Dirty Darren loves cock, and dirty Darren will never fucking stop.

By
(I would love to say but cant, I want to sort of keep my identity secret)

So there thats the poem and the story behind it about how my life was derailed and how my dream of becoming a controversial writer kind of happend, just with bigger consequences than id first thought..............I loved that school i loved it so much..........So after that i became cold to things so at least if anything else goes wrong i wont get hurt again xx