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"Write a poem about snakes because they're adorable boopers"

sneaky snek
looking for maus
i see snek
i boop

{Hope you're happy now}
A poem every day
Dōmo arigatō
misutā robotto

Mata au hi made

Dōmo arigatō
misutā robotto

Himitsu o shiritai
1st Verse:

I walked a long
And lonely road
To you

It was the only
Thing I knew
To do

A prodigal to
You I ne-
Ver was

I came back home
To face the
Li ons

Chorus (EDM)


You can not
Do a thing


Your arrows
Won't rehurt me

You can not
Guilt trip me

Cause there's one

You dont
I don't care
I don't ca
I don't care
there's our zealous king zeph
with his wife the anxious queen amaryce
be careful zeph
the queen she warns
our kingdom will fall
in prophecy its sworn

one by one
the letters they fall
one by one
they can't recall

first falls z
not many use it you see
now what do we call the king?
how bout luke it has a nice ring!

one by one
the letters they fall
one by one
they can't recall

next falls q
in the wind it flew
now what do we call amaryce?
how bout king number 2!

one by one
the letters they fall
one by one
they can't recall

next falls x and m
oh wow what'll we be left with then?
king 2 will be referred to as lucy
you see it fits nicely!
idk got bored and don't wanna finish the rest
bucky Oct 2014
Show me, you say, *show me the hallway.
                         Show me the bedroom, show me where we used to live. That tree, over there, with the apples.
                                                               You, and then not you.
You, crossed out.
                                                            ­                          You, in the windowsill
                                                   with your hair pulled back.
Take me, I say, take me like we're already dead.
                                                                ­                  You know how this ends.
              My hands, your hands, harmony.
A lit match, maybe. And death itself, there beside us.
                                        **** me, you know how,
              you've done this before, I say, panic and soap that smells a bit too much like your brother's wake.
                                                           ­                     Play me a funeral song. Impress me, and you say,
                                                            ­        what's left to impress?
And maybe I'm not the antichrist, but it's not like you are, either.
           This, our hands, you, the radio stuck on one station, crossed out.
Red pen.
                                                                ­        This isn't a temporary solution.
            You're singing, I say, and you just keep on, say,
                                                     this isn't a funeral,
like it's none of my business.
                                 The radio again, playing the only way it knows how.
The mountains, over there in the distance,
                                                       ­                                               spying on us.
Your hands, my hands, ******* like knots, like
                                       this is the only way we can love. But it’s not, is it,
             don't you remember the treehouse?
Three blocks down the road a man has blood on his hands, and you are the man and you aren't, all at once.
                                                  You, me, clockwork.
A bell, tolling in the distance.
                                                       ­                                                                 ­                                                                                                            Repeat.
i don't know how to write poetry
bucky Sep 2014
guess you shouldve thought about that
before you broke your mothers back,huh,sweetheart?
in my anthology that will probably never be published this and vol 1 go right next to each other so people see the contrasting lengths (~841 words vs 14. yes)

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