Lines about times that passed me by

Before I write a poem I leave my wife
She’s far too depressed to get this high
To follow barley and daisies
Impossible because I don’t know what
‘s daisies and how does barley look
Like before it’s raped into yummy forms n’
Stuff. I sneezed I farted. The former happened
Around the third verse while the latter just now
In the former and the times surrounding it when
People were young they were literally able to see
Better and hear more, which is the reason
Youth is often disgusted and sometimes blinded
Stunned into retardation. I forgot how to write
Yet I sneezed an orgasmic sneeze, I came virally
I forgot my motives because I can’t follow
Remember, or whatever you do with daisies
Who thinks he’s still able
To be swayed by neon Who’s the guy who
Should be damaged permanently by stuff
That might be dangerous to use against
Someone in an overtly aggressive situation
Do you feel academic
Fun fact: Škoda in Czech means google it
It’s not really funny since you
Were already on the Internet
Does your heart go kokoro when you hear Meiko Kaji
Hako Yamasaki?
I don’t remember ječam nor tratinčice
Neon nights disappointed my kokoro while I was still able
To sneeze through my dick while riding on a bus
Amnesia and haze on both the asphalt and the trees
The boulevard, drivers, horsemen, elephant riders
I could perhaps recall tumblr nudes, deflorating
Gentle jpegs who undressed slowly yet assured
They’re 18 and should get this over with
I could remember the design mozilla had back then
Gmail in 2004?
Agile digital age, oh agile digital age
You make my heart go kokoro
Kokoro
How many pussies have you retired how many
Designs you’ve suffered                                                   
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This version will receive an update if readers sneeze enough slime in the comment section.

I will close a tab per like.

My darling will structure this into a poem if you share it 1982 times.

None of us will remember a thought that lasts longer than a page and no smell will survive a week.

I hurt betas, follow them to reddit, read their lament, and comfort them

Yo wimp
Stop the simp
Can’t you see she’s got a slut limp
From a chimp
Who doesn’t shave his balls
Love y’alls

Dream suicide-by-proxy

Renting a place in a demi monde neighbourhood
Making an account:
6’4” 8”
Persevering in pussy until I get
An 8mm in the back

Withering

People learn many handy things over the years
When a guy’s a kid and he finishes masturbating
And wipes with toilet paper and his cock gets all sticky and downy
He becomes a guy who learns how not to leave 
Toilet paper leftovers on his dick
If the paper happens to stick, you wash it off
Unless you’re depressed and
You retard

A 100% hundred percenter, 50% relaxed, 1% frustrated, 0% Gaddafi

People either exaggerate or minimize
If you say 1-3 of course
Someone cool will say 2
But 39
Or 62
Will become 33 and 66
And then 25 and 75
If one’s angry
It’s a hundred
One, if there’s shame involved
Zero if a gun is pointed
Fifty-fifty when everything’s cool and we’re cool
The gentle breeze of time on our hands as we use our credit card

Felony garment

These kids
Their parents
Dead of a reckless life
Old age disease and plain death
Sang one too many
Baby please come back to be

These kids are a handful
Feel like a dozen
Though only seven
They from Bremen?
Wish they were from Beveren
Dutch over Deutsch

Authority disorder healthy disorder
Audacity disorder hate disorder
Why do you hate harmony Gertrude
Ist das lieberal
That shone so shinily lieberally
Schöne Gertrude

Why do you hate these kids and spill their tea
Like a tipsy entrepreneur his piss
All over the knee goddesses

You’re just jelly they have the energy
To spit on the walls
If culture is strict put your prick in it
Innit fun innit fun?!
It’s not my fault I’m like a thunderbolt!
Show me your young knee
Germany Germany!!!
If you think too many
Send em to us
Us too
In felony garment with healthy disorder
Plotting how to kill the cult crit

When anyone suffers from any uncertainties
The healthiest kid jumps on the thick trunk of the energy table
I saw the weeping demon’s lament
Our comrades surrounding it as it burst to tears
The grins of our comrades growing into outright laughter
Further saddening the demon
Our comrades chose merriment over oxygen
And folk say they had the luxury of dying laughing
(boo)
We reject that albumen of the yolk of death!

The kids healthily respond: smite the cult crit!
Smite! Smite! Smite!
In the face of death
Show your teeth
Smile negrito