The poem hunter forum has a god
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The poem hunter forum has a god
A satrap called Trade Martin
To enter his poetic kingdom
The poem hunter forum
You have to commit some sin
Some you lose some you win
Your good deeds you can throw
Them away in pussy wussy
Recycling bin
Trade Martin God has an assistant
Called Mother Tara Mc Towlin
She keeps poetic records
Of your rights and wrongs
For your next of kin
She also hates
Saint Jefferson Carter
Would love to hit him
With a rolling pin
To assist her in the hierarchy
You have a set of identical twins
Angel Venice
All I am just me
Who hate poets with missing foreskin
Specially if they are Indians
With measly colored brown skin
On his birthday they sent him a grenade
Without the safety pin
He survived much to their chagrin
This is a nonsensical poem
A hymn at the poem hunter altar
You read it from within
firoze shakir photographerno1
