Beat this for bad poetry! A Tragedy by Theophile Marzials Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop, Above, beneath. From the slimy branches the grey drips drop... To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop... And my head shrieks - "Stop" And my heart shrieks - "Die."... Ugh! yet I knew - I knew If a woman is false can a friend by true? It was only a lie from beginning to end-- My Devil - My "friend."... So what do I care, And my head is empty as air - I can do, I can dare (Plop, plop The barges flop Drip, drop.) I can dare, I can dare! And let myself all run away with my head And stop. Drop Dead. Plop, flop, Plop.
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