This was for an English assignment, but have a look anyway and see what you think. The original poem by cummings is linked at the bottom.
nothing happens in this stuffy drowned town
(with stacks so smoking healthy smog brown)
spring lever auto splinter
they buy their uses and sell their souls
buildings and builts(both ugly and tall)
filled with the living, not at all
slaving away the day and the night
sounds touch taste sights
people pressed(much more than a few
as more they commute, as more they stew
auto splinter spring lever)
as drivers stopped for more and more
this is how one kills belief
in lasting life and death that’s brief:
hear the show and see the song
overthink any and all your days
somedays buried by everydays
lost in borings that score a loss
(see hear pause but then)in
stead of living we opt for death
taste sights sounds touch
(not only the old but even now children
are people who ought to regret their existence
with stacks so smoking healthy smog brown)
one day i know i’ll leave i guess
(will no one care to hate this place?)
anyone hurry to fill my shoes
rattle the cages and wage the battles.
malls and malls for seek and keep
and store by store to steal your reap
not one will anyone please come april
and yet you wish as if by will…
buildings and builts(in which we cling
lever auto splinter spring)
will sub living and fix despite
sounds touch taste sights
- Carl Wong, nothing happens (parody, see: anyone lived by e. e. cummings)
Edit: Fix’d!