

I was trying to figure out the meaning of life and this is the answer that I came up with. It is not 42 like everyone thinks.
Imagine, a fugitive rock tried to speak to the asphalt
But the asphalt,like a traumatized child , said nothing
Then the rock died!
I was really stressed out until I heard the rock speak
The pine trees also had very few things to say that also quieted our nervous hearts
All the while burger king sat on top of the sky
They said "listen, be still", the rock said nothing
Burger king and all the birds in the sky were singing a demented song of sadness.


If you strike me down(ban me)I'll become more powerful than ever.. Don't say i don't warn you.


Good God man! What was on that burger???!??!?!?!......!?!?!?


I am bored, what can is say? Poetry can be good for the soul.
I think the big finish should'a been, and the Rock says, can you smell what the Rock is cooking.![]()
The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.


I will make a poem for the rock on week 3, i love that guy
What a pickle that burger was in....


Thanks brothers, I have been working on one today. It is going to be my ode to trolls!


Those are some fuckn' good looking man...
I can put some chords to that and we'll start fckn band.![]()


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