From the man who writes you soliloquies here comes a symphony of alphabet-soup for you to enjoy...
Chick Chick Chick --chicka chick-ah-- chicken noodle soup for the soul... and poetry for the mind too...
Our intercranial atmosphere up top is integral to our wellbeing and functionality...
Enigma. Transcendence. Perfidity.
Classy nomenclatures at their best in our world,
how we do it good. better. best.
Tonight, Tonight
are you ok with that ?? c u l8r...
The thing I like about poetry is that it doesn't have to be a certain way, instead it can be profane or sexy - you can write about a fit girl "shaking it" and moving her body like at a dance club, with guys watching her...
Poetry can be evil - it can be about raping a younger cousin (obviously in jest, only an idiot would see it as truth...)
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