Life could be likened to a cow. It always seems greener on the udder side with an endless stream of bull to contend with.
My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the finicky or fainthearted. I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.
f.f.f.f.f.f.f.f.f.f.f. I see your f-ing all over the place with this non emotionality turmoil of prisoners lack of intelligence, well done, a great read, flowed very fast and rugged at times!
Reading this a second, than third time, i'm able to see how well put this poem is. Your word choice almost tests the readers knowledge and this piece in general is simply amazing.
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