I just don't know how to end
these stupid poem I have to write
I could talk about agony and pain
but I pretty sure you're sick hearing about that
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Here starts the fifth line
and I'm still without a single clue
No inspiration for me tonight
just random words pretending to be some important truth
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I'm still struggling with myself
It's time to let the ideas flow
but if I couldn't let them flow before this verse
I will not find those right words
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And now I'm about to finish this sensless act
Stoping the useless act of posmodernism you read
But before I return to the old cliches I will try
To thank you for reading this stupid shit
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Roses are red
violets are blue
I'm oficially done with experimental poetry
And I'm sure someone among you too