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(Clears throat)
(Takes a drink of water)
(Straightens out paper)
(Clears throat again)
A-hem.
This poem is called _ The Path of the Mosaic Butterfly: A Dream and Recollection of Individualized Thought Institutionalized Within the Confines of A Tyrannical State of Mind: A Haiku Written by A Man Who Is An Outlaw and A Swinging Axle of Justice at Once and All At Once in Order to Better Understand and Communicate With Thy Putrid Universe _
Written by Mal-ACHHH-ite
(Clears throat again)
You can Lee-an on me
As we walk Omid the dust
In Clementine air
(Smiles, seeking affection)
(Gets booed by the audience)
(Starts crying) I dare you scallywags to do better!

Comments

  • Roses are red,
    Walkers aren't blue,
    My poetry sucks,
    But I bet yours does too! xD

  • Roses are red
    ANF was a hiccup
    Look Javi,
    Noodles in a cup

  • Roses are red
    Ricks machete is too
    Poogers mislead
    IS PUDDING IN CUP

  • Roses are red
    Poogers is too
    I have some Rhys socks
    That I would be willing to sell you

  • Roses are read
    Violets are blue
    Somebody toucha my spaghett
    I hope it wasn’t you ??

  • Kenny is god
    Jane tell lies
    If you don't break the ice Bonnie dies.

  • Hurtful on soooooooo many levels...
    And I find you comments about Walkers not being blue discriminatory to colorblind people.
    Roses are red if you see them that way
    Walkers can sometimes be blue
    My poetry DOES NOT suck
    Can't we be friends, or boo's? <3

    Roses are red, Walkers aren't blue, My poetry sucks, But I bet yours does too! xD

  • Your rhyming scheme leaves much to be desired. At least is isn't a "roses are red" poem again.

    bruzdaa posted: »

    Kenny is god Jane tell lies If you don't break the ice Bonnie dies.

  • How much moolah we talkin' 'bout heyah?

    Plan_R posted: »

    Roses are red Poogers is too I have some Rhys socks That I would be willing to sell you

  • It was me
    I'm sorry ?

    Melton23 posted: »

    Roses are read Violets are blue Somebody toucha my spaghett I hope it wasn’t you ??

  • edited February 2018

    Savaging in ruins and slaying the dead
    While layer by layer our humanity sheds
    Our strive to survive is to bury our sins
    Just as we do all our regrets

    Loneliness whispers after each final goodbye
    Leaving a pain that cuts deeper with time

    There’s a burning desire to feel real again
    To return to those days when things were easier then
    Warm smiles and full tummies
    And a full plate of oranges…

    Clementine crumbled up the paper and tossed it into the trashcan with a frustrated groan.

    “I fucking hate poems,” she muttered to herself, and got up from her chair to get a soda.

  • Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Kenny is the Boatgod
    And Jane got stabbed in the chest for hiding a baby

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