Hatred Towards Poems (school project)

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Hatred Towards Poems
From sappy lines to making girls cry.
To made up words, and cheezy lines.
All they do is lie...
Poems belong in the dark aged times.
They're as fake as Pamala Anderson's Breast.
There words are meaniless crap.
They scare away the guest.
You might as well rap...
There must be somehow to make them better.
Make them taste like pie.
Or surve them with chedder.
If they don't get better I'll die.
We don't want no more poems.
So go on homes.





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