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Oh please let me dwell in half witted haikus, where prose and verse are bad or worse, and limericks torn apart.

A rhyme to rhyme and then none for several hours..and Sentences end in dashes and stars.

 Let me write some garble, some Latin, quid pro quo or whatever..and then don't even bother to elaborate, let me upset you further and end my poems in questions marks. 

And then something random, something new, start with semi colons left ajar. 

Allegory and a wink, I'll distract you, add some kink. 

And a fade shade of poetry, lights, blacks, greys and blues, some blood, Some aliens, robots and guns, spaces and universes too. 

Let me start with a word and end in a lemon, or an odd poetry that finishes in a story. 

There might be no rhythms, there might be no rhymes..just some adjectives and stuff and a mess of my words. 

But they're mine.