By the nightingale I feel tempted to state how grateful is my heart altho’ no words shall be needed after such a solid fart Like the fairest flower's blossom right at the full moon’s light guess what else shall hence open on this clear and starry night
Take a handful of the stars that shine up above. Then shove‘em up your arse for your nation, for your love.
"Tornado blue" It says on a pen. Pen that I bought under false pretenses along with an eraser that makes typoes look even worse. Karma's bitch, folks... ^_^
I am a pacifist but I ever take it light. Once I brought a missile launcher to a pillow fight.
I’ll show you the finger just for the sake of rhyme. The one that tends to linger even-though it isn’t mine.
I take a pen and try, to give things flavor, even add a bit of thyme, just silly and desperate to find anything, of a rhyme. Sick and drinking medicine of ginger and clove, enjoying stuffed sinus, mild headache and love. This poem of no consistence, or a meaning what so ever, if you are really enjoying this, stop and put your *** together…
慧淨
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