and bad things happen. See, I'm mildly obsessive. When I get something in my head, I can't sleep until it's done. Normally, that means a day or two. This one was six. See, I decided for reasons no logic could explain that I needed to at least try to write a poem.
I've come to the conclusion poets are madmen.
So, in order to ensure I'm too embarrassed to ever attempt something so imbecilic again...I'm posting it here for you to tear apart, laugh at, and generally scorn. I'm quite cognizant of the fact that it's sloppy, sophomoric, and generally trite.
/couldn'tbebotheredtowriteatitle
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