Monday, March 16, 2009

DRUNK SONNET 58

I HAVE MELTED THE BULLSHIT ACROSS MY CHEST
I HAVE SMELT IT EVERY NIGHT
EVEN IF I HAVE NOT DELT IT
FUCK THIS POEM

FUCK ALL THESE POEMS
FUCK ALL POEMS
POEMS CANNOT CONSOLE
POEMS ARE ALL LIKE WHA WHA WHA

THIS POEM IS A SHITBOMB
SMEARED ACROSS THIS PAGE
BY A MOTHERFUCKING TERRORIST

IT IS BLOWING UP REALLY HARD
AND WITHOUT REMORSE
I AM SORRY FOR THIS SHITTY POEM

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