I have one of those magnetic-poetry things, all the little word magnets that go all over the kitchen and are meant to make poems on the fridge. I mad ea couple, but the pictures came out blurry as hell, so I will just transcribe them here.
Nevermind when you have to take this.
No more like it can be had.
Naked under failing philosophy,
Crying like the night is drunk and loud.
and there’s more!
Love will hurt many
But beer could ace every major test.
Examined long around sister sorority,
Always after horrible sciences,
Other pizza smelly student food.
And that, gentle readers, is why I don’t normally write poetry. Look on my works, ye bloggers, and despair.
