>poems1.txt

>Any other rose

> would smell as sweet

> if it weren't for the name

>

>My room is full of things

> Rings, rugs, riddles

> Armor, anger, angst

> Money, marijuana, mistakes

> Orange, oracles, orbs

> Noodles, negligee, nuance

> A baddie, black smith, and red herring

>

>When the Reaper comes a-knocking

> you best get walking

>> The Reaper comes to play

>> live another day

>>> The Reaper comes inside

>>> you've just died

>

>I want a Cadillac Car

> a new hairdo

> I want to go to work

> and tell my boss

> FUCK YOU

>

>Thank you for coming to my show

>PEBKAC <3