I made these tonight at the huddle house, they aren't catchy and don't have any *real* good meaning to them, but they're fun. Read them all before judging 
New book of matches
Pretty and perfect sitting
I'll f***ing burn you
I am Godzilla
No one respects me at all
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp
How are you doing
Antidisestablishment
What was I doing
Buy me chicken wings
And something to drink with it
I am so d**n poor
Toothpicks are wooden
Salt shakers are rap subjects
I f***ing hate me
Climactic response
What are you talking about
I just do not know
I am the mirror
You look at me all the time
You are so ugly
I am a pencil
But the pen is mightier
He is going down
Fire extinguisher
Here will be a day, one day
When I will not work
Chicken is the boss
Pork, controlled by the chicken
Is the lesser meat
Michael Jackson's house
Full of children screaming "Hey"
"Dont f***ing rape me!"
You peeps still haven't
Noticed I took my pants off
An hour ago
I have a badger
He likes to eat lots of things
Like your f***ing face
A conspiracy
Radiation feeds cancer
Cell phones will kill you
You sit there dreaming
Of pleasures that may come true
HEY! That's my penis!
Writing is a pain
Haikus are little b****es
Haiku. Gun. Bullet. Flash. End.
A song is a tune
A tune depicts a message
Though rap always sucks
Enjoying the times
Spending time with the elders
I'm playing The Sims
My toaster ovens
Toasting with pride and emits
Prime radiation
Haiku club in Yale
So many people are here
I hate the haikus
BONUS POEM (Serious)
Standing in a parking lot behind a street lamp
An amber light is all that can be seen
Traces of my surroundings are seen from the moonlight, albeit unidentifiable
Glimmering graphite and various glowing creatures are all that can be seen beyond the amber light
Leaving one to wonder
What all of this means
Will this amber light burn out
Is it my last ray of hope
Will I ever find my way home?
New book of matches
Pretty and perfect sitting
I'll f***ing burn you
I am Godzilla
No one respects me at all
Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp
How are you doing
Antidisestablishment
What was I doing
Buy me chicken wings
And something to drink with it
I am so d**n poor
Toothpicks are wooden
Salt shakers are rap subjects
I f***ing hate me
Climactic response
What are you talking about
I just do not know
I am the mirror
You look at me all the time
You are so ugly
I am a pencil
But the pen is mightier
He is going down
Fire extinguisher
Here will be a day, one day
When I will not work
Chicken is the boss
Pork, controlled by the chicken
Is the lesser meat
Michael Jackson's house
Full of children screaming "Hey"
"Dont f***ing rape me!"
You peeps still haven't
Noticed I took my pants off
An hour ago
I have a badger
He likes to eat lots of things
Like your f***ing face
A conspiracy
Radiation feeds cancer
Cell phones will kill you
You sit there dreaming
Of pleasures that may come true
HEY! That's my penis!
Writing is a pain
Haikus are little b****es
Haiku. Gun. Bullet. Flash. End.
A song is a tune
A tune depicts a message
Though rap always sucks
Enjoying the times
Spending time with the elders
I'm playing The Sims
My toaster ovens
Toasting with pride and emits
Prime radiation
Haiku club in Yale
So many people are here
I hate the haikus
BONUS POEM (Serious)
Standing in a parking lot behind a street lamp
An amber light is all that can be seen
Traces of my surroundings are seen from the moonlight, albeit unidentifiable
Glimmering graphite and various glowing creatures are all that can be seen beyond the amber light
Leaving one to wonder
What all of this means
Will this amber light burn out
Is it my last ray of hope
Will I ever find my way home?
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