Originally Posted by
westside
Poetry.you know i made a promise to myself a good while back to read the first line and the last few lines of a poem first.Ever notice how many poems start off nice and serene,then become uplifting and then an awful drop into semi despair.For instance a poem could start with i see this beautiful sweetie picking flowers and she smiles at me,the middle could be alone the lines of yonder the hills we will build our love nest and then the end is alone the lines of then i boarded the bus loooking behind at the sweetie that i may never see again.Who are these bastards,who writes these things?Maybe noone knows because they killed themselves shortly after going to print.Heres my fav poem,actually its my poam and uplifting too with no goofy bits,
I once knew a couple
whose name was McKhan
they gave birth to a boy
a fine young man
baptism day came
at the church down the lane
and the priest feckin fainted
when he heard the babies name,
Genghis McKhan.
Putting pen to screen,
Westside.
Hello West
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