*A Nifty Little poem I Wrote A Couple Minutes Ago*
Carnival Hall
He was:
Obese,
Frail,
Tall,
Short,
Everything,
Nothing,
Omnipotent,
Feeble;
Endless mirrors
Twisting self into
Defunct twins,
Strange copies,
Hateful clones,
Yourself but
Not,
Sinister selves
Surround,
Drown,
Reflections plenty
Others smother
You,
Lost in chaos,
Hidden by
Untrue bizarre
Duplicates,
Yourself but
Not,
You can
Not leave
Till
Mirrors cleaned,
Windex smart,
Indigo restores,
God I Love Pitcher Men!
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Now, what was that poem about? Try and guess, I'm sure you good readers will easily get it.
P.S. Did that totally suck as a poem? I have never really written poetry, but I've read my share. Is it that bad? Please Review!