The glob of paint is
not going to dry
it will remain here
it will become cold
it will end up too
annoying for one
to want to look at
but there it is, see?
a glob of paint can’t
go away it sits
and stands the test of
time passing through day
through night, the glob of
red paint, no- wait blue
no purple, no pink...
The first poem all semester that was announced "finished" by my professor, hmm. I hate it. I wrote it on the bus.
Just a few of my FAV Pokemon
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