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March 17, 2006 by eenkooboos
PLS READ: THE POEM THAT HAS NO MEANING
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Bubble boy will plow flowers to be used as a crown.
Get in line said the child.
Roots on winter will bloom with flowers that the bubble boy has plowed.
Surrounding… Drawing circle like no other circle has ever drawn.
Purple sky will command the birds to roam
And tell the gods that the little men will be heard singing.
And so as the roots in the winter. With rose as their cloak.
Beside them are their wives singing love that has no match. Even gods.
False pulse… who are you? Thank you.
The current gods will get jealous
For they’ll find this poem meaningless forever.
From us to Jesus, A conference has been called.
Please color the life black and white to make it simple.
Make the little roots grew big in winter stage.
-Rommel-
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UP METAL BOX DOWN
Come up you metal box. For I will go down.
Come down for I will go, you metal box.
I will go up now, so come up.
Down you’ll go, I will go down too.
I will go home right now. So wait for me.
Don’t make me come down alone.
Invite strangers to ride with me.
I will see them like you.
Close it tight.. Keep us safe..
Thanks metal box…
Dooot…. Down….
full..
14..12..11..10..9..
Can’t hold..
Ssshhh….
I know your undenying hospitality.
But.. have to release the power I can’t keep.
1..2..3… Ssshhhh….
FECAL BREATH!!!
To oh so Lovely 13 strangers,
Why such face?
There’s beauty inside the metal box.
Don’t cover your face
He cannot see your looks?
Your eyes are at me?
Metal box’s jealous.
Oh so lovely strangers,
Why you’re not breathing?
4..3..2..1..
Ground…
Strangers relieved…
They have seen heaven.
-Rommel-
