Random write week 4

 I have just printed out my 2nd poem to be turned in and upon rereading it over and over again, I have decided I AM a master at something.  Cheese.  No, not cheese, corn.  No worse than corn, golden fucking hominy!  Its not just corn, its corn that has been ground up and stomped on!  Unfortunately, I will never stop.  It feels really good.  I am a junkie and my journal is my fix.  Especially since I am unable to turn up my amp and play music, this has been my only creative outlet. But I will be very glad when this semester is over, because then I can write for myself without having to turn it in.