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Banned?
Location: Artic Tundra
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Bad Poetry Jesus
Mr. Lyndon makes his rounds on the circuit of his dream
Atop a mounted wooden flat in front of all those he envied before He works as an ASSistant Principle Nobody likes to listen to the ASS Nobody heeds the advice of the ASS Guess he's gonna eat worms after his overwieght mate goes to bed he sits in a desk to small for him and writes the epitimy of bad poetry savior of obvious rhymes he bleeds the woes of angstful teenagers and longing for a bohemian epiphany "My eyes cry in the dark because I followed the love-like lark" He writes, his #2 Pencil ejaculating onto his college ruled paper He envisions black necked poetry goddesses snapping at his works "He's the next Warhol!" They'll cry, tears streaming in a tragically hip happiness Months of confidence collide into one moment he stands on the stage sweaty palm, wedgie and itchy balls he ignores them all in favor, of the open mike The crowd welcomes him, The Bad Poetry Jesus
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Banned?
Location: Artic Tundra
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This was actually kinda based on a Charector from the "Gloomcookie" line of Books, but not really. It reminds me of some girls from my high school who announced themselves as Bleeding Poets because they ryhmed "love" and "dove" ect.
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