Anywho, I just got home from Synagogue, so I'm gonna do a Completely Non-Synagogue-ish-ish poem.
Here we Go
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I can't think what to write of
My mind is a big blank
It's like a empty stadium
A very big fish tank.
As I am thinking so hard,
To write a poem for you
I just can't seem to conjour one up.
my brain is sniffing glue.
If this writer's block goes away,
Thank maybe I can think,
Of how I can keep your mind too,
from going down the sink.
EUREKA!!!
That's it! An idea has finally come,
Let's go and type it up!!!
My cerebral flatulence is going away,
It's filling like a cup!!
The thoughts and stories filling my mind,
I can't pick only one,
I'm am now on poetry fire!!
I'm gonna have some fun!!!!
Instasporatica
It's falling, falling like a rock, indeed it's gonna fall!!!
Cows, and Zebras, Muslims too, I'm writing of them all!!!
The adventures that await my mind are far to vast to see.
Buttons, cd's, VCR's, and the NINTENDO WII!!!!
Blasted cubboards in my face, they'll never let me win.
I spent all this time with my face in the mud, Why Won't you let me in!!!
If I'm to spend this lonely night in the unfriendly cold.
THEN WON'T YOU GIVE ME A FUZZY COAT!!! I THINK I'M GONNA MOLD!!!
But they just stand there, giving up, the ghost I see within.
Just floating, floating, up and up, fighting all that wind!!!
It's in Bouncer heaven now, and it is filling great,
He's the one that stands in front of the large pearly gates.
So now I'm left to stand out here in front of this Cubboard's Corpse.
I look above to see my love in space in...all it's warps.
"YOUR NAME IS CHARLEY!!" I yell to him, and kick him in the face.
I am the one, the only one to save the human race.
The Media controls our lives, if your too lazy to see.
But you just sit there on your butts, JUST GUT-DANG LISTEN TO ME!!
If you take all this redundancy then I am going to ask.
JUST TAKE A LOOK OUT OF YOUR WINDOW!!! I'M ABOUT TO LAUGH!!!
Boredom boredom flows my mind, drowning me inside.
It's coming in the boat to fast, I have nowhere to hide.
It comes in, I throw it out, a perfect state of balance.
Poetry is my bucket, one of my many talents.
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