why are boys now prettier than me?

Had an open mic session a while ago. We had to make poems on the spot based on the items placed on the teacher's table. Individual pa. It was pretty hard considering my classmates are all very good. Anyhow, here's my poem. This is for you! You know who you are.

The objects placed on the teacher's table were a can of Coke, an Ipod, an umbrella, a brush, a magazine with three pretty girls on the cover and an Asian magazine with some Japanese pretty boy as the cover model.

Coca Cola's become
The water I drink
The Ipod
My new Walkman
Umbrellas have become hats
While brushes are still the same
So much has changed
Yet some things haven't
Girls are still beautiful




So why the hell are boys now prettier than me?







sad face.