Congratulations on writing a totally unreadable chunk of junk dungke.

You should be beaten with a loaf of stale meatloaf. your poetry is incredibly to contrived with porkchops and applesauce.

Halfed cans can be deadly to late night pipe creating tweaklings. That's for sure.

Like an exploding down pillow against the head of a t-shirted skivied sleep over gal.

Christian heavy metal saves souls and introduces young couples all at the same time.

Indubetedly.

Chalk outline of a dead carrot.

Bathos is Greek for going down on Forever at the electorial bath house votathon and Binge sale.

I like spiders. My tarantula will occasionally devour a baby mouse in a five hour period. And it warns my of fires and impending earthquakes, or weird geothermal situations.

Simplisticaand quite normal, but yet lovely and wholesome, and american. I hear Mellencamp singing "pink houses" already.

All the time. Only aware energy has the strength to residue for eternally uncalculable periods of times upon other's that you've impressed in your life and various points in being. Otherwise, you will lead a most uneventful and easilly forgetable life on this planet if you don't know how to change your awareness.

This poem looked and resembled Helen Keller taking a long nap. At least to me it did.

I wish that cat would explode along with you and this poem.

Whoops, a poem about puppy love and long distance turmoil? That's unheard of.

If you added structure? you'd have a hippy night out to forget along with your keys, wallet and ride the next day.

Why do the ladies always fall the hardest for the homos? inaccessibility drives them pure red lipstick and fishnets.

A Poopmare, in vivid zero dimension.

Man baby
Man baby
that's your poem.

You must be a liquid lama?

Great way to avoid any conflict story wise! Though it tried to make you several times. You still avoided giving it life.