Bottles Of Inks 4 Rightful Imaginations.
Djinns, Hearing The Proper Invocations.
Observations, Of Those With Minds Most Broad, 2 Applaud.
Frog, Leaping Over A Smoking Pistol.
Missile Stuck N Some Premier Planet.
Reset Thinking On Behalf Of Utter Outreach.
Leech Mating Morbidly With A Roach.
Scorch, The Sunday Roast... If U Will.
Bill Everybody That Owes Me 2 Much.
Clutch The Wheel Tight While Heading 2 Hotel:Hell 4 3 Fantasy Nights.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 10th, 2023 19:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Come On N, Fellow Peerz.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 2
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