I am Writing This Poem to be School Appropriate

I am writing this poem for a reading at my school,
Probably full of people I closely know, and then -- just the opposite.
I don't want to say that my poetry is too honest,
All I'm really saying is that it's not school appropriate.
No one wants to hear about how I was nearly naked in front of another person,
Or how we don't remeber how we met, and how I think I'm in love with him.
And not the, "I say I love you after a week" teenage love.
The, "Love only hurts because one day you'll die forever without me" love.
Or how I write about weed and cigarettes,
Neither of which I smoke.

I am writing this poem while listening to Sondre Leche,
Whose CD I picked up because I like his name, and it was free.
And the music is medicore at best.
I wonder if this poem is mediocre, at best.
He said that pretzels fell like tears upon the sidewalk,
Which I can only equate with a bitter joke he has with an ex-girlfriend.
Also, with New York, which I will be packing for once I read this poem at my school.
Assuming I have done so at all.

I don't want to say that my poetry is too honest,
But it definitely doesn't try to make rhyme work,
And sometimes I wonder if it's even poetry.
You can still break rambling into lines and stanzas.

All I'm saying is that I'll never be school appropriate.