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Warning to Those Who Are Feebs: This Will Make No Sense Whatsoever

Here's my crappy attempt at a beatnik poem. This was written in fifteen minutes total, folks. Check it out:

Foreign policy
Same boxing match every year
Ike in the blue side

Khruschev in the red
Yet never a punch is thrown
Not a punch is thrown

Radiation land
Bomb streaks over childrens' heads
No ones ever safe

"Cold War"; "Kill the reds!"
Thats all anyone can hear
Anyone can hear

Red immolation
Fire across land; nothing lives
No life anymore

Khruschev in the red
Ike in blue; American
Americana

But war can be stopped
Though its at our door; can stop
If we think for us

Skeletons strewn here
Over the land of red
Mushroom-shaped doom cloud

Khruschev dropped the bomb
He threw the powerful hook
The powerful hook

Ike would not be beat
He returned with a strong jab
Ike with the strong jab

Now where are we all?
Under bricks; over houses; dead
Strewn about like dolls

Now my haiku over
Haiku finished now; go home
Haiku haiku done

And that's about all. Perhaps more tomorrow.

Crappy Poetry that Me and Jeff Came Up With in English Class

Haiku 101:
I am writing now
Writing writing am I now
haiku haiku done

Tonka 101:
I am writing now
Thoughts to paper here are they
Writing writing am I now
Tonka tonka over now
Tonka tonka done

Mango Street Blah-blah:
Syllables all wrong
Mango Street cat had blue car
Inconsequential blah-blah
Burning book sets heart ablaze
Cats and cats and cats

Nonsensibleality:
House on Mango Street
Nonsensibleality
Only word that describes it
Of which tears my heart in two
Bad bad bad bad book

Kill Kill Crush Burn Kill:
Kill kill kill bad book
Crush crush burn crush Mango Street
Haiku haiku done

Mango Street Be Damned:
There once was a book that was bad
Can't find any plot that it had
I went for a match
Best make it a batch
A book never poignant, egad!

And thats about all for now, I might write something serious here later (might being the operative, lol).

I am here.

There once was a man from nantucket