02-21-2015, 10:28 AM
Are we still writing bad poems?
Clueless (an emo love poem)
You left me, you said goodbye
and now I just want to die.
Die, die, die, you Bitch;
you hurt me, I’ll kill you Witch
bury you in the bottom of a ditch!
Yet, what device for your demise:
a lead pipe, a candle, a rope?
If you enter, abandon all hope,
but where, the library, the conservatory?
Really, I haven’t a clue.
Clueless (an emo love poem)
You left me, you said goodbye
and now I just want to die.
Die, die, die, you Bitch;
you hurt me, I’ll kill you Witch
bury you in the bottom of a ditch!
Yet, what device for your demise:
a lead pipe, a candle, a rope?
If you enter, abandon all hope,
but where, the library, the conservatory?
Really, I haven’t a clue.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.