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You can travel back in time if you write about poop.
Back to sixth grade is where we’ll get sent.
There is a time machine waiting that’ll send back our scent.
We can giggle at farts that we rip in the hall.
Or maybe grease one out when we pick up a ball.
Back to sixth grade? Where do I sign?
That would be better than reading poems that whine all the time.
From the seat of our bikes, we’d pass gas all around.
A smellier bunch would never be found.
Just don’t lite a match, it could blow down your door.
We all could read comics about Iron Man and Thor.
For a seat back in time, a stinker I’ve got.
If it’s all about poop, then I’ll give it a shot.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this rhyme I’ve sent forth.
It’s a fart just for you, sent down from the North.
I'll Think Myself
(24/07/2011)
How would it redeem my sin?
By making another bigger sin?
How would it cover my stench?
By making another smellier stench?
Just seal your lips,
And let no sound comes out
I’m finished with your advice
I need to think alone somehow
What do you know about my life anyhow?
Is there any chance you can feel what I feel now?
Don’t you know I’m a tiger inside this cow?
I can get furious and give you claws
So please stay in distant
I’m the one who knows my sun
You only make fun of my mind
I will think myself this time around
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