But, Each, if at all, Glows feebly, Weakly, gently, dropping light, Not an arms length away.
To compound, Each is captured, Enraptured, By it’s own undazzling non-brilliance, (Oh, I’m so pretty!) Never realising, That it exists to blind.
Iteration is stupidly human, Recursion is bovine, Infinite moo.
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Nimma Deddy Yaaru?
ROTFL. That was a good one. Nice variation to ur whoz yo daddy dialogue;)
Btw, ETC on the way to poetic stardom??;)
I’m not a poet, And I know it.
ROTFL. That was a good one. Nice variation to ur whoz yo daddy dialogue;)
It came into existence during FOSS.IN/2005…he was working so much he lost it all the more :p
Ponderings about existentialism? :-P
loffer. this is my turf. dont invade.
Come now. Shitty non-poetry is not your domain. You are supposed to be psychoanalyzing the roots of great poetry.
I mention these two in particular due to unforgivable childhood scarring.
What?
Toldja not to read. ;)
hahahahahha!At the “Nimma Deddy Yaaru?”, of course. And I thoroughly enjoyed the non-poetry too :)
:)
:->
damn… i think i missed your only friends post… refriended you!
now the question is do i see your only-friends posts??
futtangboy writing see oh see kay poetry is my domain entirely!!!
oooh oooh oooh, not to mention writing “who’s your daddy” on the dirt of cars parked there… :D