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This is a really dumb poem, but I'm working on my Meter.
Graciousness! Graciousness!
What a big waste this is!
I'm faceless in front of the world and it's tastelessness!
But if I stay silent and smirk while I'm smiling, and hide just inside and rely on my writing, I'll come away clean.
Like a bankrobber bound for a black limosine.
In fact, seventeen.
I'll slide down the banister, walk hand in hand with her, laugh as I dance with a mop like a Janitor.
Folly last saw me when once I was crawling.
And now like an old friend who's suddenly calling, it's glad to be back
with nostalgia intact it just cackles and cracks jokes and punches my sack!
I "oooh" and I "ack" .
But the truth is that folly's just not coming back.
We're live from the lack.
And boy if it shows I'll break bones in its nose.
And return to the phone where I'm talking to Jack.
Graciousness! Graciousness!
What a big waste this is!
I'm faceless in front of the world and it's tastelessness!
But if I stay silent and smirk while I'm smiling, and hide just inside and rely on my writing, I'll come away clean.
Like a bankrobber bound for a black limosine.
In fact, seventeen.
I'll slide down the banister, walk hand in hand with her, laugh as I dance with a mop like a Janitor.
Folly last saw me when once I was crawling.
And now like an old friend who's suddenly calling, it's glad to be back
with nostalgia intact it just cackles and cracks jokes and punches my sack!
I "oooh" and I "ack" .
But the truth is that folly's just not coming back.
We're live from the lack.
And boy if it shows I'll break bones in its nose.
And return to the phone where I'm talking to Jack.