Timeless,
And
Often
Quite,
Spineless,
Unable to choose,
A simple word to Rhyme,
Incapable of dedicating text,
for Fear of commiting,
an unforgivable
Thought Crime.
The thoughts are here,
They just shouldn't be written down,
If everyone saw them,
They'd look at you, and frown.
You're mad,
You're an idiot,
Your a fucking psychopath,
How could you think that,
And not expect us to laugh?
So look deep inside,
And keep your poems short and vague,
Because wickedness is viral,
And your thoughts are the Plague.
Timeless,
And
Often
Quite,
Spineless,
Unable to choose,
A simple word to Rhyme,
Incapable of dedicating text,
for Fear of commiting,
an unforgivable
Thought Crime.
The thoughts are here,
They just shouldn't be written down,
If everyone saw them,
They'd look at you, and frown.
>You're mad,
You're an idiot,
Your a fucking psychopath,
How could you think that,
And not expect us to laugh?
So look deep inside,
And keep your poems short and vague,
Because wickedness is viral,
And your thoughts are the Plague.
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