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Justyn Huang Sep 2018
Inspiration met boredom
and copulated silly,
9 seconds later and their
Child's name was Really
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
You shout at the void
and wait for the echo
but like a duck's quack
nothing comes back

(why is the duck not quacking)
I cannot hear it though
I know its beak is moving

And we keep shouting
at the day

A duck quacks back
This was my first absurd poem
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
Absurdity
is as throwing
a fork at a banana,
Giving them nicknames
And a narrative and calling
the event a Funeral, for
every banana that's
Never made it out
Alive o'cafeteria
Sorry I gave
mundane-
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Justyn Huang Sep 2018
I'm
so
thankful
that
everything
I
read
on
the
Internet
is
True
Including this poem.
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
'Twas said that long ago
the girls they'd flock
from far and low for
guys who kept them guessing.

Guess what?
What.
Idk bro, it's still a mystery.
Who understands girls anyways?
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
But! little did they know...
Seriously,
they didn't know much
Illiteracy prevents them
Kind of a joke. Kind of also real.
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