The Room doesn't suit me,
It's quite big.
The doors are tall,
The house is like a mall.
I go to work for working,
Don't want to go there,
Don't want to come back.
The house is really big.
A pig, eats his food, everyday.
I envy them, they just want to eat.
One person can't fill the house,
Maybe two can,
I'm not like a pig,
I like my food,
And I don't want to eat.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesíaIf 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.
