I hate list poems that don't seem to rhyme but I'll give it a try, or some things to know about me
One
I'm polyamorous, but I'm awkward and can't figure out how I get any partners
Two
My game is on point and I don't know what that really means but I probably don't know you're flirting with me.... Or that I'm flirting with you. I will get nervous when I figure it out.
Three
To die is the last greatest adventure that I'm too introverted to undertake because I don't like to answer my door. Death will have to knock more urgently.
Four
If you care enough to pay attention you'll notice my self deprecation wrapped in a façade of humor is truely how I feel about myself. No matter how confident I pretend to be I'm actually a a dumpster fire and a raccoon has taken refuge in the still smoldering remains of ego.
Five
Yes I really do know I'm a gumball drawn my a toddler on paper made of crazy with a crayon thats all the colors of depression.
Six
My sex drive is always higher than my will to live, so it's my goal to die while being ran train on.
Seven
Shit posting is an art from the depths of hell and by hell I mean Barrens Chat.
Seven part two
Prime numbers are my favorite numbers and if you know what Barrens Chat is I'm utterly ashamed and proud of you for participating in the utter chaos that's worse than 4chan
Eight
My desire is represented by mania, expressed through erotica and antidepressants that refuse to let me have an orgasm so I give them away like birthday presents, Trump supporters need not apply because I hate them like they hate equal rights.
Nine
Be crime, do gay. Hail trash, eat Satan.
Nine
The world is a shit show so love your fandoms and fuck like tomorrow will never cum.
Nine
This a trend in number poems and I don't understand it
Nine
Why do they repeat a number like this
Nine
How do I know when its time to stop?
Nine
This joke is getting old. Its decaying like a potted plant you got and loved but eventually forgot about or became too busy to water. Its wilting. It loves you. It needs you. It's uprooting. It's come for you. Revenge is decrepit leaves suffocating you as they crumble into your throat and you cant breath. My god there's potting soil everywhere.
Ten
Welcome to Nightvale
One
I'm polyamorous, but I'm awkward and can't figure out how I get any partners
Two
My game is on point and I don't know what that really means but I probably don't know you're flirting with me.... Or that I'm flirting with you. I will get nervous when I figure it out.
Three
To die is the last greatest adventure that I'm too introverted to undertake because I don't like to answer my door. Death will have to knock more urgently.
Four
If you care enough to pay attention you'll notice my self deprecation wrapped in a façade of humor is truely how I feel about myself. No matter how confident I pretend to be I'm actually a a dumpster fire and a raccoon has taken refuge in the still smoldering remains of ego.
Five
Yes I really do know I'm a gumball drawn my a toddler on paper made of crazy with a crayon thats all the colors of depression.
Six
My sex drive is always higher than my will to live, so it's my goal to die while being ran train on.
Seven
Shit posting is an art from the depths of hell and by hell I mean Barrens Chat.
Seven part two
Prime numbers are my favorite numbers and if you know what Barrens Chat is I'm utterly ashamed and proud of you for participating in the utter chaos that's worse than 4chan
Eight
My desire is represented by mania, expressed through erotica and antidepressants that refuse to let me have an orgasm so I give them away like birthday presents, Trump supporters need not apply because I hate them like they hate equal rights.
Nine
Be crime, do gay. Hail trash, eat Satan.
Nine
The world is a shit show so love your fandoms and fuck like tomorrow will never cum.
Nine
This a trend in number poems and I don't understand it
Nine
Why do they repeat a number like this
Nine
How do I know when its time to stop?
Nine
This joke is getting old. Its decaying like a potted plant you got and loved but eventually forgot about or became too busy to water. Its wilting. It loves you. It needs you. It's uprooting. It's come for you. Revenge is decrepit leaves suffocating you as they crumble into your throat and you cant breath. My god there's potting soil everywhere.
Ten
Welcome to Nightvale
