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Random Poem:

Kicking Around Some More Shakespeare
wolflarsen

Canto 4
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by Wolf Larsen
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Ugly loveliness, why do you collapse like a hungry angry moon?
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Upon peanut-butter-classical-music?
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While Nature's tornado songs bequest you thousands of talking door knobs,
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And being frop she dops to those who are freeping!
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Oh beauteous marijuana clouds, why does the ceiling masturbate fireflies?
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And who gave god this booteous largass?
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And you poo-pooless blue monkeys of flap-zing, why dong thou booty-boo?
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So great a traffic light of suns, yet canned tomatoes live?
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For having traffic lights with dildos galore!
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And canned carrots of Jesus Christ goes thy sweet pussy-bread-dough.
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Then well-Hong, when nature calls its uppitY-uppity-up!
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So what acceptable politician-whores could cause the cities to leave?
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When thy beer-belly-music must be executed with magical fireflies!
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Which, bazooka!, with your uZi-buttoCks-viBratOr, the executor to be when?
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Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen
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Sonnet IV
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by William Shakespeare
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Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
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Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
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Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
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And being frank she lends to those are free.
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Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse 5
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The bounteous largess given thee to give?
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Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
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So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
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For having traffic with thyself alone,
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Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. 10
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Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
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What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
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Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
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Which, used, lives th' executor to be. 14
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