9th Annual CMS POETRY JAM 2012
Hey ya’ll, what’s up? I’m Katniss Everdeen.
I hunt in the woods where everything is green.
I’m pleaed with the reputation I have made.
Mand Gale together, we like to hunt and trade.
There’s this thing called a reaping, it’s all very sad,
If things were bad enough, they’ve made it Super-Bad.
Someday, I’ll take the Capitol down,
I’ll do what martial arts coudn’t do back in China Town.
The Hunger Games, a game that tributes play.
I’ll make the Capitol look bad, just like the Mockinjay.
The bad guys, they’re called Gamemakers.
We pass their test, me and Peeta the Baker.
Have you ever wateched a show called LOST?
We are stranded and get things with a cost.
A game of survivial, it’s kinda like a race,
We run aroundd in circles in this very haunting place.
The “Games” are televised, it’s amusing -sort of.
But we always make it using a show of love.
We all have no choice but to play this game,
But WINNING (like Charlie Sheen) could be my middle name.
23 tributes die, one is to have fame,
But President Snow is the only one to blame.
In District 12, we’re stuck eating grain,
But people like me survive using their brain.
I’m the Big Fuss, I’m the one they admire,
They think of me as the famous “girl on fire”.
I’m Super – Awesome, haven’t you heard?
And little Rue graces the screen like a bird.
The Capitol is mean, they’re as sour as a tart.
And frankly, I think they smell like fart.
The parents back home, they’re all very blue,
But me and Peeta here we are stuck like glue.
All those people watchin’ their TV sets,
ANd most of them are placin’ bets.
Me and Peeta, with the other tributes in tow,
Get ready for PANEM’S BIGGEST SHOW!
