So, it finally happened, my ten-year reunion. Actually, it is about to happen. I decided to put my response in the form of a poem.
Reunions are for bragging, nothing else.
I'm not very eager to hug the president of some retarded bank that denied me a loan because I hadn't spent enough money buying trivial crap. I really sympathize over the fact that you have no fucking life. My ten-year reunion is coming up, and they want me to tell them what I have become. If pathetic losers could blame it on the writing, I could get the whole thing for free. I would walk in as a poor man with a few-hundred poems, and show my whole class the essence of me.