I don't understand all this poetry ****.
The monotony of similes, metaphors,
rhymes, and metonymy.
All this "interpretation" from imagination.
Because you know what?
Sometimes a man ******* in the woods
Is just a man ******* in the woods.

There was no splashback
When I poo'd today
And just like that
My sadness went away.

I'm lying in bed
I want to get up, but God
Is it comfortable

I will destroy you
In the most beautiful
Way possible
And when I leave
You will finally understand
Why storms
Are named after people

The word 'boyfriend' is so misleading.
"A boy who's a friend"--- that's a misreading
But if that's the meaning, then I must be keeping
A whole host of them (at least for the time-being).

All this time, I've been dating
Boys from Bio, English, Math, and Painting.
Boys I've met while debating
If chocolate or vanilla is better tasting.

Everyone has a boyfriend, even boys who are straight.
What do you call a captain who's got a first mate?
But all these boys have an expiration date.
All except one---
That's called your soulmate.