It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is there
-- William Carlos Williams
Speaking of bad poetry that we cannot live without, else we will die miserably....here's one I composed just for you, dear readers...
My tongue is red
My eyes are green
I think that I
Misplaced my spleen
But never mind
It seems that I
Don't care at all
So spleen, goodbye!
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