Please do not think I am romanticizing this
Ballad of Little Timmy (14 April 2021, 8:35 AM)
Through the mines, dark and damp
Holding nought but pick and lamp
The children trod through asbestos snow
In search of gems, or coal.
Little Timmy, stripped of joy
Plays with ashes, not with toys
Once he had a pet canary
But it died, and Tim knew life was temporary
Oh please, your telling the person who made slavery legal on accident, the top death cause is legit WORK, and is 6,901st strongest military in the world (of like a quarter Mil) and have a lot of people die from Heart Disease, Nuclear spills, Radiation exposure, and war
Republic of Jiesph - here's your poem.
Bomb Rush! (14 April 2021, 9:15 AM)
Thrill! Excitement! The joys of war!
Comrades, march on! For we are stars!
Capture the scene with brush and paint!
Take over the hearts and minds like saints!
Blood-red ink, mustard yellow spray,
The old order falls, and we make disarray!
Count your fingers, count to ten -
If you survive, run at 'em again!
The artist must sacrifice his health
To forge new beauty out of oneself!
Look at your hands, then count to three,
Remember that someday, we'll all be free.
Really Bad Poems (14 April 2021, 6:24 PM)
Today, I'll write - no, I'll make
A really bad poem I'll regret in a day.
Or maybe I'll hate it so much
I'll bury it in my book and leave it to rust.
To be fair, to make a magnum opus
You don't raise your hopes up
And try to craft it first try
You've got to practice your style.
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