By the way, these poems I either wrote in class or at camp. It's amazing how inspirational a group of dog-tired grumpy smelly people can be, especially if you don't know most of them. At camp, I wrote less poetry than I would normally, but they were better poems, and they dove deep into the heart of many things; so deep I cant post them here for fear of what he'll say. Anyway, yea, that's what these last seven poems were about.
The dirty dishes one i think will confuse a lot of people, but it's funny, I wrote it during a meal time, and was struggling to find a line that i could conclude the poem with. I couldn't find anything that would fit. Someone leaned over to me to take my bowl, and them said really clearly, "You can put your dirty dishes in here..." I dunno, it just was there when i needed sommat. And i think it worked with the topic anyway.
Feel free to tell me that it's shit.