Just got to Mel's site, saw the poem... sounds a lot like Plath's though... okie here's mine that i wrote that day during geog lecture... erm... it's entitled "Full of shit"... and a point to take note... it was written in 2 minutes... due to the challenge from Yvette...

A lump, scented with musky unpleasantness,
Such horror, with buzzing flies a-swarming,
The cold round doughnut, white and polishing,
Sits no more than what can be filled, the
Squeeze, almost sensuous, but what
Memory, for one tiny twist all is gone.
No more shit ...

And a cameo by Kenneth's poem... it is kind of contrasting... so can do prac crit liao...

Starking greenery, staring from afront.
Memories of the past buried behind.
Smack! And another fly falls,
But tis just one of the many,
tghat has fallen prey thus far.
Shit just keeps coming back.