Oh website,
i'm on this website,
i visit day and night,
to check out how many visits are on my site.
I see all numbers,
that mean all these people,
came hear to read,
but there are no comments that I see.
Inbox my s**t,
telling me to comment your poems and s**t,
do i get a favor in return?
do i get a lesson learned?
hell noo,
im not gonna go.
this thing is full garbage,
some poems make me lethargic.
i go ZZZ on poems about how someone is pretty-y.
5 lines,500 lines
don't matter i'll be fine,
soo boring im awake, reading, and snoring.
tired of hearing about how it's pouring.
over here it's clear, and im writing about hating my dear,
cause he's not here,
and my dress is real shear
from the sun i fear.
every name is the same,
and i'm in it for fame,
but people wanna kiss up to the people old in this game
why, oh, why, did the boy cry?
he cried cause you lied and you called him shy,
in your silly poem,
in your silly words,
your feelings are absurd,
say write what you want and hop off and watch me flaunt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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