For the record, I promise to never never never EVER EVER EVER post weird poetry and expect you to interpret the inner meanings of my soul and how it burns with the flame of a thousand stars and is bewildered by the the depression of a crumbling society saturated with sinful psychopathy...
I would never rhyme about the music in my soul
That fills every hole
Or talk about my mole
Or alliterate avidly about droll
Subjects that I cry about at night
Or speak about the plight
Left in me by some girl
I had a crush on in 3rd grade.
I got plenty of love as a child.
I just don't work that way.
10.27.2008
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