I created a world of nothing,
To escape this plane of reality.
Leaving all firm substance behind,
Of its problems I'm finally free.
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I think I'll write a bad poem tonight,
I guess there's no change there then.
What I seek to discover is a good idea,
Then write it wretchedly with my pen.
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Holiday time to some people,
Means a good long rest.
For others it means a chance,
To do what they like best.
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A poet won't beg,
A poet won't crawl.
And a poet will never,
Choose to think small.
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I have drunk vodka with Stalin,
To save what I cherish the most.
My life and those all around me,
Not to become a lost gulag ghost.
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When it comes to writing new poems,
Its easy to write colour by numbers.
The same old repeated unoriginality,
As a complacent imagination slumbers.
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