vomit
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Let's get married. We'll live forever.
Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies,
Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.
The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
Pour the knowledge into my brain,
For what a pity it would be
For me to learn in turn for me,
So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.
I can regurgitate ideas!
Peotry is a wonderful excercise
for those who's minds wonder
lacking the concentration
to write novels and lofty papers
A poet will describe the vomit on the sidewalk
a writer will detail how it got there
