Justin Reamer Poems

The roughness is so harsh;
I can't believe it.
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This is the poem where
Slime time
Seems like an endtime.
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Sitting on the couch all day,
Refusing to do any work like a truant,
Checking out his Facebook page,
Updating his status every hour,
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What an unusual name for a question mark,
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I know this sounds crazy,
But you have to believe me;
It's true.
I am missing you all the time.
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For Death I do not worry,
For I have nothing to fear from him.
He waits idly by a wonderful door,
With a gentleman's tuxedo,
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Madness is sanity,
And sanity comformity,
For what reason is there
To see oneself as someone else?
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Oh, the wonders of life,
As sparrows fly through the air,
And warblers sing their
Absolutely wonderful tunes.
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Watch your tone,
Young man,
For it is too harsh
For anyone to hear,
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Tybalt!
With my swashing blow,
Thou shalt surely die,
Scoundrel of old!
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