SUCKY POETS SOCIETY

i used to love the rain

but i guess i’ve got used to it now

i used to hate the pain

but i think i’m okay with it now

what is life without a sip of nectar

what is life but a puff of smoke 

floating within thick fuzzy clouds

drowsing through dizzy liquid dreams

lift your hands to the heavens in disappointment sometimes

else, embarrassed, cover yourself in a cloud of lies

i dont want to run back into the rain

i dont think its fun anymore

it’s green
it’s black
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it rises and it falls
it buzzes and it moves
565…
it starts with a boom
and again and again comes doom
but in time it buzzes longer
yes yes stronger and stronger
1801…
o black tunnels,
o green blocks,
Bring It On!

it grabs
it flies

it’s a bird
it’s a plane
…it’s helicopter!!!

2251!