Bad Poetry

 Just some bad poetry:
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On Covid:
eyes burning 
and not from crying
is this covid
help I'm dying
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For my friends:
Ghana
Is a place
Meghana 
Has a face
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Shellfish and cakes
Michelle fishes
And bakes
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An incomplete poem:
(I'll treat anyone who comes up with the last two lines to a coffee)

My head is filled with stuff
Words are all just fluff
And they garble in my mouth
Yet I repeatedly spit them out
They go back into my brain
Through my ears and cause a drain
Now my mind is full of crap
And has thoughts my head can't wrap 
So this poem's come about 
On my fourth late night out

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Sad

I never thought of a day 
When you'd be so far away 
I thought we connected 
So foolishly, I expected 
For you to be there 
Waiting for me

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