my rhymes are pastede on
[I made a pastede on joke. Kill me now.]

"mah poetry is teh awsum"
cell-phone portraiture
made to capture
the green-taloned
pain of one sin'd
soul, screaming
silent for you to pay
attention, to love me, to say,
'hey, you're right!
you're punk to the core, rock all night'.

Please, won't you
pay attention, or shall I sue?