This is a romantic poem made from stringing lines of randomly generated sentences from dating phishing scam emails.

A short, non rhyming, random, rubbish poem I made up in the space of literally two Minutes.

This is a poem that is really about nothing in particular. Just a random musing really.

Three weeks before the American Revolution, underworld was created as a disposal area for failed genetic experiments, which the American forefathers thought all died. Unknown to them, they thrived.

No specific topic just me emptying my brain out…..

Another Pokemon Black and White shit poem.

Yes, N from Pokemon Black and White. I get too emotionally attached to weird shit.

Bs.

Oh, my dear Triond!

Here is a short piece that I wrote off the top left in the vaults of my old filled up notebooks.