THE POEM ABOUT ADDICTION
agony bliss rinse repeat
agony bliss rinse repeat
There was a man named Mason Jarr. He lived in a rusted touring car. He gave lots of speeches and dined upon leeches and on one occasion a liter of tar.
i linger longly low and loud beside the savage cloud enervated i reap dragons to haul away in fiery wagons alas my heart it sticks the candles have no wicks
They gave him some popcorn They gave him a rake They gave him 3 pieces of pie They gave him a warning to be out of town by the 31st day of July
my sister’s aunt (rhyme it with want) decided to go fishing she caught an old tire, a tin can and some wire and the law firm of Harboth & Swishing
long in the fellow short in the tooth henry wadsworth yea forsooth
I’ve written a marvelous story. It begins on a wing and a prayer. It continues to struggle for glory with a cat consuming a pear. It ends on a lake in a dory with about a minute to spare. I’ve written a marvelous story all alone while I sat in this chair.
For being the first to awaken, I gave her a copper penny. She bowed her thanks politely and told me her name was Jenny.
A parrot flew out of my nose And perched on a pile of old clothes. It said, ‘Give me a cracker, or else I will smack yer.’ I’m ashamed that we then exchanged blows.
There was an Old man with a wig Who danced a jiggetty jig He danced with such passion his face grew quite ashen And he fell on a great spotted pig