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Click herePoetrty.
This is poetry my friend
It has form, but no end
To make a rhyme
There is no end
As long as you get your rocks off!
Making other people think
Just how clever you are!
This is poety mine aquaintenance
It has form and thread
Against you it is dread.
As long as I get my rocks off!
Making other people think
You are better off dead.
This is poety mine enemy
It has its form and end
I make a rhyme
And there is an end
For as long as time shall bend
I get my rocks off at your demise!
You are dead!
An interesting piece, following along the several threads of thought you've interwoven starting from friend down to enemy. But I do wonder about the misspelling that gave us poety.