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Jul 21, 2007
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Words I Hate
I hate the word profundity
it is so damn… profound.
I hate intelligencia
and their interest in my town.
I can’t stand the word obscure,
because I have to search for its true meaning.
Not really a fan
of the word feeling,
either.
Because out of context
it doesn’t mean much,
as such,
it bothers me to no end.
And then
I say again
to all my close friends:
Really I could do without
excersize,
and deitise,
jazzercise,
and
gold.
Sparkling,
I’m not fond of.
Love I never saw,
but it should definately have
a warning label attached to it,
shit,
take a hit,
and split
I hate them all
Paul,
the man who picked a gall -
gotha -
tomb with a view
room with a noose,
a moose!
I’ve another lame excuse!
I was young and thin
in another life
and dated a masseuse.
But the only thing
we had in common
was alcohol abuse.
Now I’ll admit
(you’ll have a fit, so sit)
that I hate rhyme
when rhyme is all the time.
A brutal crime,
I hate the line
"It’s another bad dream"
see?
— Conect11, Jul 21, 2007
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weirdelf
19 years ago
first comment
Conect11
19 years ago
lol, thanks!
Quillsvein1
19 years ago
Exxcellent
Rottiestyl
19 years ago
Okay....now what did I do?
Conect11
19 years ago
lol!
Rottiestyl
19 years ago
I got it
poet_inside
19 years ago
Job well done
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