Funny how I've won 6 times with my poems
In the last few weeks...
Elvis Presley was a paedophile.
FACT...
Under my eyes-heavy bags!
Still tired from the days of slumber before...
Scientific or philosophic; whatever mad you think...
I will not say I have come to make any human...
This world is impersonal.
Nowhere to go...
I had a dream of you again
You held my hand through places...
The sun forgets my name again,
I wake in gray, I stay in bed...
Hop on, little rabbit, there's food for thee,
But within the garden, death is guaranteed...
Something about bombs.
Something about death...
I get tired of walking around the planet,
And all I hear is a Karen and Janet...
This poem will be with speed,
Because it's 12:30, sleep I need...
What a flash in the pan, I real deserted place,
Suddenly yesterday is today, and a laugh in my...