familiarity breeds contempt...
and abscence makes the heart grow fond.
Meanwhile, I sit here alone and watch as the grass grows
and the people get old.
Poems get on my nerves. They're the most self-indulgent type of literature that exists. No one cares... how you feel or how many similies you can make about flowers and butterflies. I'd rather watch a zombie movie where everyone dies in the end.
and abscence makes the heart grow fond.
Meanwhile, I sit here alone and watch as the grass grows
and the people get old.
Poems get on my nerves. They're the most self-indulgent type of literature that exists. No one cares... how you feel or how many similies you can make about flowers and butterflies. I'd rather watch a zombie movie where everyone dies in the end.
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they're masturbation for gnomes
if only poets' homes
had bullshit detectors
that emitted hot gamma rays
when triggered by verbal rot