He was not crazy, but
Neither was he lazy
He lived to hurt, but
Never wearing his favorite shirt
He murdered AND slashed,
Bitten and Bashed
He was never one to be subtle, but
He dug his own grave,
Not much like a concave
He chopped up his wife
To end their strife
He was not sorry 'til he showed
The cops the body
Stricken with guilt,
Hands bound with her silk,
And covered in filth
He was sent away....
Edgar Allan Poe....
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Poems
PoetryThese are just a select few poems that I've written, mostly about how I was feeling at the time....pweeze don't judge, I'm not very good at writing poetry.
