Poetry can be whatever I want it to be.

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It's time to write a poem

as The inspiration has run dry

this week, ins pite of terrible news!

has been wonderfu!

ah, I met a girl, silly me,

married man that I am! 

but, my wife is pregnant m, you see!

the child

            Not 

            Mine!

 should I be cryying my eyeess out? 
       No

 

 

no

 

yea? 

 

probably not... 

 

I'd been asking 4 some green lite

hard to beat 

a child coceived

in adultery as a sign

                             Pretty DaMMM clear!

my teacher, Mr. DuNNNNN 

told me grammar werent importint 

 

he told me, Brake them rulez! 
and then, he told

       Brandie's Vanhorneee

not to useeee.z

   "the grass is always greener" 

in a poem.

and that poem was so fucking beautiful! 

man's.  Did I luv it sooooo much!:).&

           And Mers. hewitt, who I loved so dear

said, poetry really shouldn't cuss!

fuck that!

so I

   Met thus gurl 

     And realized, I'm quite unavailable. Wow. I need to work on me. All I have to offer is friendship. Who would have thought that could be? I need to put myself back together, and create healthy boundaries. 

like grammur and syntax

and I know I should follow those silly, damn rules

    But

         It's

 

weird

 

buddy

 

 a damn weird

    Damn shame!
but my therapist is right about this.... and I know she's right....

bumbimdiddly I'm buttfartshitpussypiss!

That's not very Christian of me. To talk like this....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I'm happy. And content to say

let's be friends

and should

 someday down---------------

aaaaaa---------- the -------

!

!!!!
------------RoAd!
a friendship, after my sivorce and after I heal and I after I mourne the loss of my wife and and and.... and....

well, if if someday, things don't work out

and I just made me a friend

I'm really fucking happy to have met a girl I'm excited about again. :)

 

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