Here is one thing I did not expect to see Excluding 'wet ass pussy' from the realm of poetry
Cardi B is a national treasure
There were never any good poets, only drunks.
Poetry is useless
Explain to me why.
I could explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you
Oh, attempting to be pedantic.
I could explain why poetry does matter, and I could make you understand it.
But you'd have to beg for it.
My poetry is better
Link to one.
theres a magical place on the edge of space where sun is the love and the moon starts the day where nobody can hurt you and you feel so safe where music flows through your mind from ths sky and it sings in the night time a new something different no no no now the day is going to start with the sun but no high noon the stars ar ethe brightest no sign of the wind this coffee kinally kicked in i dont know drinking and dancing and having fun when the evening falls at first not a lot of people watch the sunset but if you do its pretty odd it doesnt even hit the end of the earth when it gets llight where would you be imagine hanging out with your friends after work in the bright sunlight, and the only way to get away from the evening light is to go in the bar and drink when you walked out of the bar would it be 6 am it cant be you would have to go back to work is this the zombies to come when your supposed to go to sleep in the sunlight when your supposed to go back to work when you walk out of the bar your so drunk you remember the moon set better home to god the sun doesnt intensify the drunk or your gonna be sick in the sunlight tgo home pass out dont forget to eat, imagine going to bed when the sun is brightest moon light to sinlight dusk to dawn would i be you and you be me everything backwards do a day videoing yourself and watch it play in reverse when you wake up in the morning the moon is coming out and you get up and eat and you go to work at luchtime the moon is the highest and stars are all bright still got some moonight time after work before the sun comes i need to get some sleep tonight i been saying it all day
I was gonna talk shit, but I really like the ideas behind your writing.
That being said, your writing is pretty bad, so I guess I am still talking shit.
What got you into writing?
You might recall being my muse the other month. As a refresher...
His dick was somewhat bent Had a disgusting feces scent When asked his name He felt no shame I am Theodore Kent
So, let's see...
I am Theodore Kent My originality is thoroughly spent What I need To spill my seed Is a boy pitching a tent
May you be the best above the rest until your ashes sit with no stories left.
Maybe you should form a club, of like minded fellow dead poets. You could call yourself something like dead poets society. Get rich and sell of the movie rights...
You're good. So is crazy. There's no one left since Rudyard died.
edit: ...and Lindsey. Vachel Lindsey used to make a living by traveling around and reading his poetry in small towns in the midwest. ~1910 - 1920. The Congo is great.
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom. Hard as they were able, boom boom Boom.
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