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Spirk Burkham Mar 2014
I am a brony.
I like my little pony.
I do not care that you think
that bronys are ****
or that ponies are gay.
I like my little pony,
and there is nothing you can do about it.
Spirk Burkham Mar 2014
She said that I'm her best friend.
That can't be too bad.
Actually, that's great!

I can do this.
She's my friend.
That's how it was before,
And how it is again.

I don't have to remember how it was before
Because this is something new.
Haha. The blankets verse.
Spirk Burkham Mar 2014
Happy days are numerous.

Continue to enjoy the limitless splendid days
until night falls.

Apologies for wrongdoings become comforts
for the poor and inconsolable.

Forever doubt the incongruity of jocular locutions
and reality
in order to truly find the blissful song of life
incongruent... check!
confusion... check!
jocular...check!
locutions - do I even have to ask?

in short, you got what you asked for.
Have numerous splendid days until  nightfall.
Spirk Burkham Mar 2014
This poem is crap.
It is too short,
and it doesn't even rhyme.
It doesn't even say anything
or mean anything,
and it curses in the first line.
The author must really ****, 'cause
this poem is crap.
I ****, but I **** on purpose, so I guess its OK.
Spirk Burkham Mar 2014
it *****,
that ****;
the **** that *****
that lives inside my head.

it gropes around
for things to smite
with ****
because it *****.

the more I try
to smite the ****,
the more the **** smites
my thoughts with ****.

the **** that smites
my thoughts when I
try to smite the ****
that lives inside my head

***** like ****
that smites my thoughts
when I smite the ****
for smiting me.
the **** is gone,
the **** that smites.
I smote it down
without a fight.

I smote the ****,
but I did not;
the **** and I
have never fought

for I smote the ****
without a thought

— The End —