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Jeremy Lin Poem
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold
Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today.
And your stomach hath too many a fold.
Sometimes too hot your sister shines,
And often is your grey complexion dimmed;
And you always smell like my uncle’s swine
Except your upper lip is less well trimmed.
Thy eternal summer did long since fade
And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
Copyright © Jeremy Lin | Year Posted 2012
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Jeremy Lin Poem
They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.
The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound
This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.
Copyright © Jeremy Lin | Year Posted 2012
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It was a pleasure to burn
The memories faded
As I lit the match
My eyes were jaded
How dare they laugh and scorn
At my dreams, my hopes
My only freedom from this life
Without which, I cannot cope
I will soon be free and content
To be what they will not let me
I will be among my pride
As a lion on the Serengeti
So here’s to resurrection
To be reborn as we truly are
I as I tip the poison down my throat
Farewell, cruel world. RAAWR
Copyright © Jeremy Lin | Year Posted 2012
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