What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons…
– Wilfred Owen
“doing poems”? Who does a poem? Don’t you write a poem?
They’re poeming all over the aircraft carriers!
Ugh, I got meter all down my whites
Hey, you shouldn’t make fun of congressmen with severe learning disabilities.
So that’s what the R stands for is it?
Meet us behind the bike sheds after school, we’re going to do some poems.
I did the dankest poem the other day, shit had me fuckin literate out of my mind
That’s the intelligence of this stooge on full display.
Tommy Tuberville everybody!