Senseless feelings

Today my writing class went out to stand on a stupid hill,
then we stood still
but why did mr. iverson let us go feel that freaking chill
on that little hill,
when i was out there the freaking wind was blowing in my ear
but why does kale care if we look so pale
i don't have the skill to do this little poem
i saw a lot of snow and other objects which i should of kept my butt in side where i could of been warm.