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Write the worst poem you can.



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Sat Apr 20, 2024 1:39 am
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Spearmint says...



cliched love poem

roses are red,
violets are blue,
sugar is sweet,
and so are you.
your eyes shine like stars,
in my stomach, butterflies fight wars,
seeing you is always a treat,
and i feel sad when you're on mars.
you make my heart start to thump,
as if i'm driving over a bump,
and i like the way you make my heart beat,
the only thing is, in my throat there is a lump.
because clearly i'm breathless at your beauty,
and you have stolen all the wind from me,
you thief, you eater of meat,
and now all i can do is sit here and be.
mint, she/her


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I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint