The Verse This Be
It deepens like a coastal shelf.And don’t have any kids yourself.Man hands on misery to man.They may not mean to, but they do.
Get out as early as you can,They fuck you up, your mum and dad.Who half the time were soppy-sternBy fools in old-style hats and coats,
But they were fucked up in their turnAnd add some extra, just for you.They fill you with the faults they hadAnd half at one another’s throats.
― infinity (∞), Friday, 15 December 2017 17:40 (six years ago) link
hahah sick
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Friday, 15 December 2017 17:54 (six years ago) link
Excellent
― remember the lmao (darraghmac), Friday, 15 December 2017 17:58 (six years ago) link
ha wrote itself rly
― infinity (∞), Friday, 15 December 2017 18:01 (six years ago) link
A good idea need only be done half-well
― remember the lmao (darraghmac), Friday, 15 December 2017 18:15 (six years ago) link
nice
― morning wood truancy (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Friday, 15 December 2017 18:20 (six years ago) link
Kudos
― ♫ very clever with maracas.jpg ♫ (Le Bateau Ivre), Friday, 15 December 2017 19:53 (six years ago) link
We should poll more poems and do the same.
― Burru Men Meet Burryman ina Wicker Man (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 16 December 2017 03:18 (six years ago) link