Why, I feel contempt.
Bored, in a quandary
Don't know what to do.
But bother is on its way
I should kill those red herrings.
For they're danger on its way
Kill them all.
Missing, should my deeds remain
Death I have brought.
Remain, they must that way
Down below the surface.
To rot and decay
Truth is hidden.
I've hidden it such way
But the herrings.
They make decisions sway
Sways the decision.
Down my way
A trial.
That I haven't even given away
Where they.
Will find that what should've been astray
I'm no one to decide.
As for what is on its way
But I'm the one to know.
Because the red herrings are on their way.
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A Small Collection Of Poems
PoetryA majority of these are very random, read at your own risk. I'm not a big poet but if you do dare to read these, I recommend you to not read the older ones that I've meticulously placed at the end. They are horrible but the brain that I stole from s...
