Dark Humor
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My dearest love,
Lying here on the bloody soil,
the world seems so free of toil.
Looking into your beautiful, empty eyes,
those cold blue glistening eyes,
those eyes I've gotten lost in,
there she was
laid out on a dusty bed
still as a rock
sleeping because
the thoughts in her head
never seemed to stop
oh look, prince charming
handsome as ever
I saw a UFO last night
Right up in the sky
Don't you say I didn't
I wasn't that high
It beamed it's bright light on me
And sucked me through the sky
They ripped the clothes right off me
The email appeared in my inbox.
"You have a new scholarship available," it said;
I didn't want to write about a bunch of schlock,
So I chose to be truthful instead.
I really don't care much for poems,
O Jimmy Walters
Your eyes shine like the screen of my phone when I get a text
Your voice sounds like angels having orgasms
And my heart fluttered when you asked me for the answers of last night's homework
