Big old moon leering at the traffic
Red and white eyes are holographic
You seem so zealous
And I'm so fucking jealous
Helping our demons to become graphic

You can oversee all the rat races
Meanwhile you pierce hidden places
What gave you the right
To reserve your light
For transforming the strangest of faces?

My rage you cool and soothe
My ghosts you swiftly remove
Your divine shower
Refills sexual power
Show us we have nothing to prove

7/17/2008 11:07:12 PM

Keep pouring gas on the fire. I could bury your ass in about two seconds.

7/17/2008 11:07:43 PM

I stopped when I saw you rhymed traffic with holographic

7/17/2008 11:07:59 PM

well it rhymes. so good job!!

7/17/2008 11:08:37 PM

Why thankee Rhymezone
NOT YOU WE NAMED THE MONKEY RHYMEZONE

7/17/2008 11:10:55 PM

is this the limerick format?

aabba? i cant remember

7/17/2008 11:13:10 PM

No. You're wrong.

7/17/2008 11:13:27 PM

k i read it all...it doesnt make any sense

7/17/2008 11:14:40 PM

lol

7/17/2008 11:14:59 PM

There once was an internet chick
who had a good taste in flicks
Her poems were decent
and fairly frequent
but she could only write limericks

7/17/2008 11:17:43 PM

awesome!

7/17/2008 11:44:49 PM

Quote :

"There once was an internet chick who had a good taste in flicks Her poems were decent and fairly frequent but she could only write limericks supposedly she sucks great dick"

7/18/2008 12:28:42 AM

keep writing

this reads like a practice poem

7/18/2008 1:36:52 AM

I need to post like this more often.

7/19/2008 1:41:58 AM