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I wrote the following at four AM, a few hours before it was to be submitted to the prof. Nothing generates inanity like sleep deprivation.
I give thanks to you, strange and ridiculous bird
That has perished to nourish the living.
Yet these thanks and consumption are somewhat deferred,
As a fortnight elapsed since Thanksgiving.
Were I slightly more full, I would frown with disgust:
You are dry, and your condiments crusted,
But my hunger suggests this reaction's unjust.
I am thus only somewhat disgusted.
I've not eaten since morning, my turkey delight,
I devour you with great satisfaction,
Yet my mind seems to nag me with all of its might
Of e. coli and other infection.
Slither down through my smile, though the innards complain,
O contentment most vile, o immaculate stain!
 
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Canada7170 Posts
Mind if I sing this (after my frickin' finals?)
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a solid sonnet indeed
i am happy now
thank you for this defenstrate
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That was nice, i do not think i ever truly appreciate poems though, i do not know why. I guess i just don't see the beauty in them. Call me ignorant. I still think its one of the better poems i have read, since most are retarded and covered in an insane amount of metaphors to the point where the original message is lost to most people. and even then i still usually beleive the message to be stupid.
This is nice and to the point though 
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Fucking awesome
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haha i loved it
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