Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Luna
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Luna: Please throw me a rope So I can climb to your heights. You can help me to cope. You can help set things right. For life is all snarl An...
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LESBIANS
LESBIANS ARE EVERYWHERE JUST WHAT ARE WE TO DO? IF NONE OF US CAN PROCREATE THE HUMAN RACE IS THROUGH TRY TRY TRY TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU COULD NOT WRITE THIS VERSE CAUSE LITERATURE IS HARD TO DO AND POETRY IS WORSE!
Midnight Call-to-Arms
There’s a hunger deep inside of me
That only you can cure.
A wanting and a needing
For a love that’s rare and pure—
For you’re that special someone
Who is meant to spend with me
A happy-ever-after.
An immense eternity—
My message-in-a-bottle—this is my
Midnight call-to-arms.
Whatever will it take to win
Your heart—I have but charm.
I’m not sure what that counts for but I
Do have it in spades
And wit, my love, with wit I shall
Conclude this love crusade.
Hasten with the fervor of a
Queen seeking a King
Who’d cornered every suitor
And found them all lacking.
Find me in the corner
Of a Honky Tonk on Broad.
I’ll be there standing nervously
With wit and charm and flawed.
Sorta Suicidal
Sorta suicidal, no, I really wanna die
I cannot live in a world where everyone is right
And not a person ever had a thing that they could learn
it's pointless to learn anything when no one can discern
Truth from propaganda it's the nature of the times
We're forced to fucking live in where knowing anything's a crime.
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child: Tickle, tickle, child You’ll be all grown-up one day. The world will be your oyster; You’ll have many games to play. But what you will inhe...
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