Many of these were written during my math class; I'm not sure why, but it seemed a scenario conducive to writing. I'd be happy to let anyone use my poetry, as long as they ask and give me credit. Thanks for visiting!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Emo Limerick

When even the platypi sing I cry

and as the bells tolling I sigh.

Never truly getting better,

damn this f*ing weather.

Living. Dieing. Lie.

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