- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode To Iris
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There was once a girl by the name of Iris.
She turned out to be an incurable virus.
We spoke, we laughed, oh, happy day.
Soon it fell apart along the way.
I called her time and again and again.
Somehow I knew what was happening then.
A girl I liked was starting to lie.
I asked myself, why oh why?
The lies kept coming, what was I to do?
My heart was ready to break in two.
Now she was holding hands with another.
I asked myself, why did I bother?
She walked by me like I was nothing.
Her attitude now showed me something.
I was so angry and grew very upset.
The rain came down, I didn't need to get wet.
Enjoy your fun, you lying little bitch.
Or would you prefer I call you a witch?
Any other insult will suit you just fine.
Thank you for wasting my precious time.
I hope one day you will lay down and rot.
That will teach you to use me like a robot.
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