Truly Pathetic

I pray in time
To pen a poem
That does not rhyme. . . .crap

Someday compose
Instead of this
A bit of prose. . . .damn

Alas I,m cursed
To always rank
Amoung the wors. . . .nuts

Why won't I quit
Instead of post
This line of sh. . . . .

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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