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Vision's Day
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I’m standing right here
Why are you bellowing in my ear?
Have you not heard
It is front-page news
If I had heard, would I be talking to you?
Vision_of_Insanity has made it to the top
He’s so high in fact he will never stop
Vision you say? Why does that sound so familiar to me?
Vision_of _Insanity the one who writes horror, gore and sometimes profanity?
The very one. He made the headlines today.
1000 poems will be laid at a grave
Is he dead? Oh poor chap.
He had no hope
He’s quite alive
He’s doing it as a joke
That’s not funny
Not funny at all.
I dear say, he has some balls
Madame your words are not suitable for today’s society
Use some decorum a little propriety.
You scold me? A woman of my age has a lot of leeway to say what I want to say.
Give me a paper. 2 pence, correct?
No, it’s 3 missus inflations on my neck.
This better be good, I shall go on my way
it’s a wonder that she should go. I thought she would be with me all day.
I guess the moral of this poem is simple, and I will use a little tack
1000 poems, What a feat, and who the fuck could believe that?
I’m standing right here
Why are you bellowing in my ear?
Have you not heard
It is front-page news
If I had heard, would I be talking to you?
Vision_of_Insanity has made it to the top
He’s so high in fact he will never stop
Vision you say? Why does that sound so familiar to me?
Vision_of _Insanity the one who writes horror, gore and sometimes profanity?
The very one. He made the headlines today.
1000 poems will be laid at a grave
Is he dead? Oh poor chap.
He had no hope
He’s quite alive
He’s doing it as a joke
That’s not funny
Not funny at all.
I dear say, he has some balls
Madame your words are not suitable for today’s society
Use some decorum a little propriety.
You scold me? A woman of my age has a lot of leeway to say what I want to say.
Give me a paper. 2 pence, correct?
No, it’s 3 missus inflations on my neck.
This better be good, I shall go on my way
it’s a wonder that she should go. I thought she would be with me all day.
I guess the moral of this poem is simple, and I will use a little tack
1000 poems, What a feat, and who the fuck could believe that?
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