Readers have been leaving some poems and lyrics in the comments, and we’ve been compiling some of our own. Here we make sweet, sweet love poems from this past week’s comments.
Prezbo doesn’t skip leg day
doesn’t even go here
sequestered in this festering PC prison
using their newspapers as toilet paper
trigger warning : bwog, jesus
Terry Martinez, magnificent bulk of womanflesh,
hand-crafted non-prescription turtle shell pseudo hipster glasses.
coming redemption.
bald men
8 KREAYSHAWNS
hip as hell
Why even admit undergrads?
is he constipated?
I don’t think your sarcasm and cynicism are warranted, Bwog.
bald men are hot mhmm
he looks like a sloth
The Cake
is a lie
And lastly…..
you’re not poopin’ in pupin?
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@Harmony Hunter These poems are amusing and delightful, but is there any way a kind soul can tell me where Harmony is (via poem)? I mainly rely on public transit, but am willing to hire a cab if need be. Thanks be to all.
xoxo
.harmony.hunter.
@haiku for the helpless one-hundred and tenth
‘tween broadway and amsterdam
you’ll find what you seek