Gaaahhhd I hate poetry.

Its just so trite. "Pardon me while I go play the graaan piano - I'll just read some of my lastest musings taken under the larch in Sussex..." Okay, well, maybe I took that a little far, but you can't tell me you don't understand. That everyone has their picture of what someone's saying. And it doesn't matter if its different cause its all equal like. Dig? "Dig" just seemed appropriate; yes, in a gay way.

But poetry has to be stupid, cause everyone that has ever shown me a POEEEMMMM of their's - in that moment - there existists a "gayness" of all things Gay that just makes you lame.

So - here you are. Brought to you py Lamo (Trademarr R), produced by Seebo...

Dragging heavy out of bed,
how is it so bright?
How can it be so light?
Afeard I am not armed for this fight.

Taken from the beautiful chaos(chorus)
of the sleep-time, dreaming;
Obscenely schemening and decieving -
Or revealing -
Or consealing with thoughts beaming and

Teeming,
Reeming...

But, sadly, sometimes
You won't
Cause you can't, or maybe
Just cause you don't.

And your only solace -
In the magical web of unbelieveable lying time -
(sometimes a poem can rhyme)

Unto the stumble the devine? Note: not Kevin Federline...

Perfectly, quietly and disgruntled lest
Know You Are Not That Important -
And there is the truth that you need
To Be
O
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