Black black
The road is black.
Red red
The sky is red.
Five five
There's a shop on the side.
Ride ride
I stop my ride.
Five five
The number of people, five.
I smile
I sit down and smile.
Ride ride
There a man by my ride.
He smiles
I smile back at him.
Ran ran
The people ran.
Red red
The lights turned red.
The bar man
He looks at me.
He smiles
I smile back.
Ride ride
The man took my ride.
Run run
Said the bar man, run.
I stand
I stand and run.
He smiles
That dirty black smile.
High time
I run and hide.
Run run
They all run.
Five five
Don't stop at shop five.
Side side
They don't side
With you.
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A Small Collection Of Poems
PuisiA 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...
