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"I sketchy stupid poem I made in .3 milliseconds"

Who Are you,
over there
looking at me
a very deep stare

Who Are you
Please don't get that near
Sharp objects are known
to be what I fear

I don't know you anymore
Your not the same guy
I thought you loved me
And now you want me to die

Make it quick
you heartless fool
Why do you do this
Does it make you feel 'cool'

I know I'm alright
I'm loving too
Though I never felt the same
About someone like you

You dissapoint me
Stab me right in the face
Kill me quick dammit
Your such a disgrace

Your not my husband
Your not my child
You're my self concious
So please make my death mild

I know see your reflection in the mirror
How hidious indeed
Raise that dagger high
It dives into my chest...

...how lovely we bleed.


DrUnK
I got bored so I wrote a poem about killing myself. Deal with it.
Pet the kitty.

Let me see how a story would come out if I don't stop to think.

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Oh yes. No. Hmmmm. I still remember those days when the hippos on horseback rampaged into town in a big aurora of steaming sex. It confused me. Confused me enough to dance. But there was no dancing. No no. Quite the opposite. There was cats that passed around 'the aids' like wildfire, and angry madfire at that. Very angry. It seemed that the wildfire had been dumped by a very fine female wildfire and he cried. Oh how he cried.

The grass is always sexier on the other side because the crows never fart on the nuns. Mobile phones? No thank you. I have the runs.

Looky. What. I never. Looky. I never wanted to eat the eight yet no. Yea.

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The boredom! THE BOREDOM!!!

cookie monster wrote:
> The topic title was very accurate.

I only tell truth on Tuesdays

Maybe they were happy because hash is legal there. And euthanasia.

Thats the verse, there is a corus which goes something like

A mouse lived in a windmill in Old Amsterdam
A Windmill with mice in
It hardly suprising
They sang every morning how happy we are
living in a windmill in amsterdam
yah!

The topic title was very accurate.

fangs?

Hooray! Someone knows what the hell I'm on about! Fantastic!

monkey-man's was far better.

"I saw a mouse
Where?
There on the stair
Where on the stair?
Right there
A little mouse with clogs on, well I declare..
going clip clipity clop on the stair
oh yeah"

It reminds me of another poem*.

"Where's the cat?"
"There"
"Where?"
"There on the stairs, right there"

*may not actually go like that, I can't remember these things.