Poem

I am an expert poem writer. My topic is Isha but only by popular demand.


Blueburt:
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Dear deer when will you find
That coveted cheer that people will chime
But only in rhyme, and in due
Time. is a long thing only 9 months to go
You'll be legal and able to to porn-o.
But by and by, my Smeagol prepare to be
Disconnected with your ring and find a new
one.
Though you're hip, fashionable and popular in everyone's eyes I see you as a someone that still looks for the
rainbowed moons for signs of warewolfs.
Though marshmellows are good, don't melt every part of them for some of them like their soft, plush core.
All this is folklore, but
T'isn't much though I think I'll end on this low-
"Saftey belts, bucket seats have all got to go"

A New Experience..

Walking down to the Campbell Mart, eloquently named for the street it is located on, I think about what I am going to eat when I get there. In my head I debate between Pop tarts or lollypops. As I finally arrived at “Sketch Mart” as my friends and I affectionately call it, I feast my eyes upon the glass cases that the drinks are in. I stand there for little while eyeing every drink and wondering the sugar contents. After a bit I see a family walk in. First to enter and hold the door was the white ‘hipster’, next his wife and son entered. The hipster appeared to be about 36 years old and his wife the same. The little boy seemed to be five or six years old. As the wife walked over to the candy section with the little boy, the white hipster waltzed his way over to the drink machines where I was situated.
“S’cuse me dog, just looking for the Monster’s,”
“No problem man, Oh hey, they’re over here dude”
“Aight thanks dog, I owe yah one”
“Gotcha mate, don’t worry about it.”

While I was picking out my drink still, the hipster walked over to the register and proceeded to purchase his items; one Monster energy drink, one candy bar and a Dr. Pepper for his wife. At that point I proceeded to pick out the biggest drink for myself as I wanted something to last a long time; I got a piña colada Sobe. The Korean shop owner struggled to keep up with the Hipster's ‘colloquial’ speak, if you could call it that. It seemed more like jumbled rap lyrics mixed with stereotypical Italian mobster speak. He bought his items and left the store. After I saw them leave I felt an emptiness in my heart, for the oh-so coveted Monster energy drink I had directed him towards, was really just a Full Throttle.


While I'm not sorry that I'm not a good writer or for the fact that I didn't edit this, I thank you for reading it.