- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An ode to the T R O double L
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Click hereYou bomb me and flame me with dilligent precision,
yet often leave grammer and spelling with complete indicision.
I write and I pour my soul into these words.
You sit there jeaulous and utterly disturbed.
Anon is your name, your title, your shelter.
Here I am exposed to you, without want nor comfort.
I tell how I feel, show you what I mean.
Your response it unkind, usually obscene.
I sit here and laugh, thanking you inside.
For your annonymous comments, tell me I've arrived.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agothat you've arrived yet. The train has a few miles to go before it reaches a station, but don't get off.
sophia janeover 18 years agoNice little ode!. :) Prepare yourself for low votes from Anon! Great poem.
LeBrozover 18 years agoA jealous little troll is she,
hiding in the shadows;
throwing out her hate-filled bombs,
to poison all that matters.
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But perhaps it's not the typos, misspellings, lack of rhyme or meter that she laments - the clue's right there in your short verse - you pour out your soul for all to see - and she.....
she don't got any! <wink>
