Dazed In The Life Part 2 The Teenager

Huzzah and rejoice, for I have bought a lovely shiny camcorder! This is my first video with it. Bit of a funny story about the Leaving Cert English Paper 2 - though not funny for those waiting to sit it! Also, includes a poem of mine, "The Teenager", which I hope you like. I've included the text of it below and also in my latest blog posting which can be found at this link:

http://bazmcstay.wordpress.com/2009/06/04/new-vlog-post-the-teenager/

Apologies for the couple of stumbles in the reading, but no one is perfect and I wasn't going to do a retake at nearly 2am, because you can be sure I'd have messed up over and over and been there all night! Do please comment if you like, and subscribe. You can hang onto my cyber coat-tails at the following spots too:

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THE TEENAGER

Surviving on one triangular meal a day
and the stress-free strains of candy-floss music,
the angry teenager is all lazy eyes,
a floating head trailing his neck behind him.
Hes nothing but wrong angles and skinny bones
and proceeding hairlines betray growing cracks
and it always pains him to say anything
but especially anything loud and clear.
Fuck knows, hell swear at anything but to nothing
and let you no farther than pockmarked-skin-deep.
He hides in a hoodie in a corner,
looks for a bolt-hole in his Nokia
and duck-dives beneath the waves of the iPod
but each eye that grazes him draws young blood,
sketching out in bright red lines like tube maps
the veins and arteries of a beating life.
He wears a faceful of macho make-up
but pens pretty poetry in the dark
in between wet dreams and dry, droughty spells.
He keeps the water-taps shut tight in public
but draws from the well and spills many a bucket
when the drop of a ball is the end of the world.
He cant get away from huggy mummy and daddy
and he hates them for it, but when he cuts loose
he drops crumbs of homemade scones as he goes,
sprays his eyes over the forest floor for raisons.
Hell do plenty of ageing during those teens
like the name suggests, hes always on the move
and the pressure is there right from the word grow:
the world pushes in on his skull like a finger
pressing into marshmallow, puffs back out,
full of sugary notions and impressions.
He never fails to bounce back, rubber ball,
spring-loaded, always ill but best equipped,
never hitting bottom but always falling.

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[CheekTV]

Aww u gotta love the panda eyes, white or tan...you'll do! x x x

[ManusHalligan]

I see you left the shirt out this time. Maybe you should start calling YouTube just 'You' to make it even more casual.

[Shoooter16]

You can't get a tan here LOL, the rain will wash it off, and its not hot.... If your used to Greek weather, 20 degrees is just a warm day.

HAha, gotta love the educational system.

No i thinnk its not that bad, you guys are fuckin makin a big deal about this.