Poems from aew320
I boast more verbose than most, your prose ain't even close.
You pose, with those "flows" you chose, so adios.
Blow up a balloon and let it burst Ka-Boom!I soon seal your doom like a seal consumedA meal for the real shamooConsealed I "blam!" you ...
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,
Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.
Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine...
Worn down and withered, drinking with parched lips from soil that does not yield.
Untended and wild, growing rugged and spreading...