Meta-Copyright Infringement Post-Modernism
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
"And Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson"
by Winamp Shuffle
Summer in the city
What a dream I had
Why are there so many
You who were born with the sun above your shoulders
You can go out dancing
Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes
The food that I'm eating
He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
Do I disappoint you
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor
The yellow walls are lined with portraits and I
In another town
Never thought of Hades
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
What I've kept with me
Well, he shouted out his last word and he stumbled through the yard
Gee, it's great to be back home
Hey, remember that time I found a human tooth
Thought that maybe we'd fall in love over the phone
I'm lying in bed
My poem sucks in comparison to lunapunk09's.
"And Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson"
by Winamp Shuffle
Summer in the city
What a dream I had
Why are there so many
You who were born with the sun above your shoulders
You can go out dancing
Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes
The food that I'm eating
He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
Do I disappoint you
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor
The yellow walls are lined with portraits and I
In another town
Never thought of Hades
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
What I've kept with me
Well, he shouted out his last word and he stumbled through the yard
Gee, it's great to be back home
Hey, remember that time I found a human tooth
Thought that maybe we'd fall in love over the phone
I'm lying in bed
My poem sucks in comparison to lunapunk09's.