We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
This poem...is ridiculous. It's not that it's a short poem, but it seems to have no meaning. It's a bunch of nonsense. It doesn't even really sound nice. I just don't understand. What was Brooks thinking?
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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