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Dakota Morris Poem
I'm waking up to TNT
I eat my pork and I craft my sword
I'm covered in, these spider webs
oh woah
they're breakin in, suprise attack, so I jump on my horse's back
this is it, the apocalypse
woah...I'm waking up,
I made a dumb mistake
enough to make an earthquake
Welcome to a new day, to a new day
welcome to a new day, with an update
Woah woah woah, it couldn't get worse, Imagine Dragons, Ender Dragons
Woah woah woah, it couldn't get worse, Imagine Dragons, Ender Dragons
I raise my sword, don my armor
it's an uprising I suppose
we're painted grey to fit right in
woah
they're breakin in, suprise attack, so I jump on my horse's back
this is it, the apocalypse
woah.
Copyright © Dakota Morris | Year Posted 2015
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Dakota Morris Poem
I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission,
Just any little rhyme
In any little time
That runs in my head;
Because, I’ve said,
My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed
Like Prussian soldiers on parade
That march,
Stiff as starch,
Foot to foot,
Boot to boot,
Blade to blade,
Button to button,
Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.
No! No!
My rhymes must go
Turn ’ee, twist ’ee,
Twinkling, frosty,
Will-o’-the-wisp-like, misty;
Rhymes I will make
Like Keats and Blake
And Christina Rossetti,
With run and ripple and shake.
How pretty
To take
A merry little rhyme
In a jolly little time
And poke it,
And choke it,
Change it, arrange it,
Straight-lace it, deface it,
Pleat it with pleats,
Sheet it with sheets
Of empty conceits,
And chop and chew,
And hack and hew,
And weld it into a uniform stanza,
And evolve a neat,
Complacent, complete,
Academic extravaganza!
Copyright © Dakota Morris | Year Posted 2015
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