bend over.

Kafka is a gangsta
he don't like how i threw apples at him that one time
every day, he calls me up saying how he's going to kill me
with a sharp object and blame it on his father
i am so fucked

Whoever said that navel-gazing is a solitary activity?
Moan, and the world moans with you,
if only because you won't shut up.

No matter how much you dash

But lo, what is this I hear of you, my Sally,
This news I hear of you from your pally,
That—O! my heart is as grey as kitty litter at the news,

When Sally broke my heart,
She not only broke my spirit, but also my ability to write a competent poem.
Now I can only write in redundant, cliche lines,

Every day, I eat a whole cow for breakfast,
a whole cow.

Afterwards, I wipe my mouth with the tail.