This poem’s pretty stupid
This poem’s about as lame
As trying to dissect it,
Or writing it for fame.
On a cruiser made of bones.
I’ve pedaled through this realm,
With a ragdoll for a body
And blank space at the helm.
Have you ever smelled the flower,
Of someone’s mind that’s rotting?
Or ever heard the silence
Of a reputation stopping?
Have you ever felt your body
Eat itself for fun?
Or seen the way the rifling spins,
Down the barrel of a gun.
Oh how creative,
Gun and fun.
I’ve revolutionized the rhyme.
You’re gonna go far with this old pal.
Whatever.
Yeah I’m fine.
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