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by mousey1 » March 29th, 2007, 1:05 am
A mean poem
by me
sitting there
empty
its only purpose
was to mean
not be
to ring truth
from nothing
stealthily
a stab to the eye
when no one was looking
the fat plump poem
looked innocuous enough
to be considered
innocent
and so was acquitted
of any wrong doing
mercifully
free
to strike again
no one could now be certain
of their safety
the moral?
never trust a poem
you don't know
what they're capable of
they mean
to be
they be
to mean
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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