Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans
I'm tired of all these overused clichés.
Your ignorance is, by default, my bliss.
Here's a deal you won't, you can't resist,
Can you see the urgency
In this state of emergency?
There's plenty of fish in the sea.
They say: "Distance doesn't matter, fellow."
But they don't know, you had me at "Hello".
Guess it's time I kicked the bucket,
Stick that in your pipe and suck it!
There's plenty of fish in the sea,
But no one understands me!
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