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Low-brow rhymes, mostly dirty.
I wanna tickle your gherkin
With my bearskin merkin...
That’s some nasty swash poetry!
April 4th
The day you write poetry about your penis. It can be a metaphorical penis.
Hey man it's time for penis poetry day! This year I'll talk about my tip through a thug shaker metaphor.
friends for life, platonic wife
person 1: are we gay?
Person 2: friends for life, platonic wife. poetry
do you take drugs,
YESSSSSSS
i'm in love with the poetry
like a ballon that was been born with wheels
wheels, WHEEEEEELS, NOOOOOOOOO. I'm autistic
but, which drugs
ALL OF THEM
I can't write anything but poetry. Throughout the day crying and pain turn into rhymes and elegant paragraphs instead of the reaching hands that they are. Open palms and spread out fingers awaiting another, to be held, pulled out. Hung over heads, with hair covering the eyes and red cheeks and noses. Poetry falls out when sorrows fly in and poetry soars with graceful wings as heart-aching stories and tales fall. After crying all night long you can't help but write poetry, it binds itself in your veins and curls around your bones, and shakes you sobs. But after all the books are full, the pens are out of ink, the pencil are too dull to sharpen poetry glues itself to you mind and drive you crazy through out the day. And after it all you can't write anything but poetry.
"God. I said vent to me. Not write poetry."
Steve: "I just wrote some poetry!"
Joe: "Did your English teacher take away your freedom in writing?"
it is pain why do we have to do it in school its so lame
"ok guys we are doing poetry so lets write a sonnet"
Jimmy - shoots himself and the teacher in the head 48 times