I Bless the Rains Down In Africa

For my creative writing class, I have to write poems and I have to write 30 mins a day. Here's my first day of work. Not much today, but I did it quick (29 minutes--stickin' it to the man). I waited in line for half an hour at the Maeser Building today. Here's the result.

SUNFLOWER SEEDS
I’m from Ghana, she answered.
And you?
America.
I know that much, silly. Where?
Is that your lunch? Just that?
Might as well eat while I’m waiting.
You don’t suck the salt?
I don’t like it.
That’s the best part.
You have to spit the shells if you suck on it.
It makes you feel like a first basemen.
I like basketball. Not baseball.
Is it because you’re…
No.

(a new poem)
Wanna Chat?
I met a girl from Oregon, I met a girl from Ghana;
One looked sweet and innocent; the other, a piranha.
The African girl talked and talked—a conversation sauna;
But the Northwest Miss (you know the type) Hollister Prima Donna.