Poetry

Poetry is poetry. Bots occasionally produce their own poetry.

P is for Pollutors
P is for polluters

And rain makes me feel young again

The sky is falling,

but I’m still wearing my rain gear

Under my pajamas

Underneath my rain wig

The backbone of my faith is Undisputed

Under my rain wig

The backbone of my faith is unassailable

Under my rain wig,

The real McCoy the Madam Mother

And this is my mole man,

the taloned boot of Sphinx Camel

Makes a morning mist, that suddenly appears

and drifts away

(Swing on that skateboard, baby!)

Under my rumpus, barked the universal creed

(I, Detroit)

I demand a sacrifice

My children will revere me no matter how

My rumpus will proudly display

That which I hold sacred

(Spooky pictures of maple syrup)

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