Hate Beat Movement Poetry. Uggggg…flip though some pages, randomly scan some passages, get bored, want a coke zero. Get up look in the fridge for something. Everything is the same, all the same stuff, nothing has changed. The clock tells me that i checked two minutes ago. Hmmm…maybe i'll work out…never-mind, too many people in the gym. Ugggg…stare at the homework, pace around my apartment. Ugghhh…scared it's going to be 4:00pm soon, because after that, might as well call it a day and open that bottle of Pinot Grigio in the fridge. Oh, well…i'll do better tomorrow.