Me and my feeble attempt at poetry. Feel free to destroy both.
"Mr. No one fighing for Mr. Nothing."
worms wriggle for freedom
sticks, leaves, dirt, water impeding
smooth cases of aluminum
littered along the ground like confetti
pictures, words, life's materialistic memories
littered along the ground like confetti
impeding
A cold hand, reaching out
for the party
followed by a cold body
a cold face
a warm gun
worms surface, devouring
ignoring the party
leaving it for time to have
"Mr. No one fighing for Mr. Nothing."
worms wriggle for freedom
sticks, leaves, dirt, water impeding
smooth cases of aluminum
littered along the ground like confetti
pictures, words, life's materialistic memories
littered along the ground like confetti
impeding
A cold hand, reaching out
for the party
followed by a cold body
a cold face
a warm gun
worms surface, devouring
ignoring the party
leaving it for time to have
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I dig your poem. Set it to music.