Anyone can do poetry. I did poetry using only song titles and transitional words.
An Elderly woman behind the counter,
In a small town.
Disenchanted by the sharpest lives,
Broken by the long way down.
It's almost easy to ride the lightning,
But its hard to swallow.
Pimpin ain't easy
for the harvester of sorrow.
The Spoon Man burried a lie
Where boys fear to tread.
But its never too late
to play crack the sky in bed.
Or to Paint it black,
like bloodclots and black holes.
But your chloroform perfume
is out of control
You're like a hooker with a penis,
or short stories with tragic endings
But if I could turn back time,
you'd still rape me from the beginning
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