Well, his poetry beats Comedy’s weird dubstep noises.
The original final line: “I don’t give a fark,” messed up the rhythm.
Happy Monday, imaginary readers.
The original final line: “I don’t give a fark,” messed up the rhythm.
Happy Monday, imaginary readers.
I prefer the sun
It sets the sky ablaze
And chases away the darkness
With its dancing rays.
The sun is fine
with its piercing light,
but for the calmest glow
I wait for the night.
But the sun smiles
As its light stretches out for miles
And brightens the face
Of the sky