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I HATE POEMS
August Antanavicius
I’ve tried writing a poem, And it never goes too swell. Even if I call on a sacred totem, Nothing seems to ever go well.
All the poems about sadness, Feel like they are all the same. With all the common blandness. They leave me without aim.
The poems without rhyme, They all end in chaos They just don’t make any sense. With order out of place.
The lovey-dovey things.
All that mumbo jumbo.
Talk about an angel without wings. Just feels to me like a state of limbo.
All these poems make no sense,
And I will hate them all forever.
Even if I put in my two cents,
With a poem I just wrote in my very own endeavor.
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