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| This poem doesnt really have a name, cause it's too stupid to get one. On the web address it's called "world", cause that word appears in every verse-thingy but the last one. So yeah, this is a stupid poem written on 9-12-01, which may help you figure out what the heck it's talking about. Oh by the way, there's a parental advisory, or what-ever that crap on cd's is, on this poem. So dont read it if you're offended by that crap. In a world full of pain, we need some one to lean on. But where do we turn when our shoulder is gone? Halfway through this poem I decided that it sucked. So I was gonna stop writing cause the whole world's just f*cked. But then I remembered a line I was gonna write down about how our world had crashed into the ground. One stupid guy with a fetish for planes called "911" and drove the world insane. Now, godammit, doesn't he see what he's done to the world and what he's done to me? He made me write a stupid poem that was supposed to be done by now. So I'm gonna stop writing. NO! No 4th line! Stop writing, godammit! |
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