Billy Shakes: poetry! Tis nothing but the product of vile fantasy, a pox on art and the cogitation of righteous men.
Billy Wordsy: And though with poetesses I often lie, my hate of the poem I cannot descry
Em Dicksdaughter: i had no time for,--
Poetry as once I thought--
Words puzzling leads to nought--
Langs Huwed: when you see words on a pa-
Ge I will kindly ask misters and misses that they remember MY work. My so-
Ng. That the workers may not write ... to the weary sax toon of fanatic reds.
Sylvie Path:a shock of light Pierces an empty **** coach corpse
Flowers shudder at the thought of the hateful word: Poetry
DD Goings: a poet slapped my(bodily whole )face once and i(neverlikingpoetry) strapped him with dynamite.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Billy Shakes: poetry! Tis nothing but the product of vile fantasy, a pox on art and the cogitation of righteous men.
Billy Wordsy: And though with poetesses I often lie, my hate of the poem I cannot descry
Em Dicksdaughter: i had no time for,--
Poetry as once I thought--
Words puzzling leads to nought--
Langs Huwed: when you see words on a pa-
Ge I will kindly ask misters and misses that they remember MY work. My so-
Ng. That the workers may not write ... to the weary sax toon of fanatic reds.
Sylvie Path:a shock of light Pierces an empty **** coach corpse
Flowers shudder at the thought of the hateful word: Poetry
DD Goings: a poet slapped my(bodily whole )face once and i(neverlikingpoetry) strapped him with dynamite.
Just a writing exercise to try and shake the dust and rust