I'll do it.
It is hard as a rock,
I'll find water to break it.
Alone can be described as power.
Shower, of praise.
A tower of me.
Comes from the power.
Some stupid guy said "need some help?"
Ignored him.
Building my tower.
Finding the water.
Finally the tower is ready.
I'm constantly in a shower.
I won, right?
Please tell me...
"Yeah you won!"
Tower, shower, water everything is there, and I feel stupid.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
