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#1 2010-06-30 13:53:59

Ochiruya
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Registered: 2010-06-16
Posts: 77

The Bat-shite crazy poem... thing...

Well... I started writing something, then I got a block halfway through, so I started being random. I began getting unquestionably, randomly, random.... act like it's a Nursery Rhyme... *shrugs*.

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Eyes ablaze,
He walks on forward,
tramping, stamping, across the floor,
He turns to the side and stares straight at,
Me, of all people,
In my wide-brimmed hat,
And he snorted and he chortled at the look on my face,
A blanched out wide-eyed,
Deathly pale face,

And I spun around and I jumped around,
And I ran on home,
To my house in the city,
Where I could keep typing on,

(Oh shite... my tab-key just broke off)

Poetry isn't fun,
When you just got your blood drawn,
For 4 hours,
With an IV drip,

(I just took the band-aid off...)

Last edited by Ochiruya (2010-06-30 13:55:53)


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