Oh god
I’m trying to be clever
What rhymes with September?
Denver?
All have is intrusive thoughts
That I write down and pass off as poems
Art is nothing but a brain fart released into the wild
If you can get past the self-consciousness
And create like a child
I know this is a very stupid poem
But I hope you smiled
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