he iss dessolate
he iss passionate
of all the wrrong thingss.
the fate he bringss
is a ride in the black
not knowing what iss left
nor what iss right.
He sometimess just criess
in desspair.
but iss alwayss arrogant.
the fool!
we wass him
now humanity hass slipped
the greasse
arhhckksddd!
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Ya see, I'm not that big on poetry. Usually I just hang around for the comments to realize what the hell the poem is about.
But I hang around, nevertheless.
:P
there's a certain ssssomething about u Thing :D
interestingg :)
Thing,
I be scared of you...but your poetry draws me!
Intwesting.
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