I'M The Gingerbread Man Poem by Jessi Hardison

Don't you realize how you sound? How you look?
Maybe you'd learn something
If you picked up a book.

Joking, playing won't get you into college
Then again it's already known
You're lacking in knowledge.

Don't call me snooty, stuck up
Just because I don't like you
And ignore it when you ask, ''sup? '

I'm a tightly closed bud where you've been full grown.
But this means nothing because,
Soon I will blossom and you're a weed on my front lawn.

Leave me alone, I don't like your leer,
This is my life;
Soon I will steer.

Have fun while you can
I'm leaving shortly
You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man.