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--You Suck Dickinson--

Lord Tony Pwns Dickinson:
I have always been meaning to write a little bit of poetry to offset the millions and millions of crappy poems about pain, anguish, and parents that pollute the cyberspace. I have to say, looking at it from an unbiased standpoint, this is the best piece of poetry ever written... ever. It is based off of an Emily Dickinson poem about "hope," except this one rocks harder. It's more poem than William can shake a spear at! I tried choosing a theme close to my heart and only a few things stir up what I can only call emotions... this is one of them:

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Warning: You are about to read the best poem on the Internet. There have been reported cases of the sheer awesomeness of this poem causing mild suicide.

A "ninja" is a thing with swords --
That slaughters in the wars --
And black the cloak without the words --
He never stops rocking -- at all --

And awesomest -- in the storm -- his eyes --
And sore he must to strive --
He could thrash the little Bird
With really sharp knives

I've not heard his movements --
And yet I feel his blade --
Never striking just to wound:
A swift silent blow -- I fade.

I showed it to my ex-ninja next door neighbor and he cried. As a matter of fact, the poem hit him so hard that he had to end his life because he knew that after reading he would never again come across something that moved him. I would almost feel bad letting goths read it because they would then realize how worthless their poetry is in comparison... and in turn kill themselves. Now that you mention it, this poem causes alot of suicide. Maybe I should put a warning up later or something. Oh well, nobody likes goths, that's why they are goths.

A Side Note:

Holy crap! My toenail finally came off. My little brother stepped on it. The coins are just there for reference, but man, I promise you, this is the largest nail clipping you will ever see in your entire life (provided you don't live in India). I think I am going to punch a hole through it and wear it as a necklace. dude, even the quarter is running from this monster. And one last thing before I forget, I should also mention that we at Lord Tony's manor are still debating whether or not that is actually blood on the nail. Good day.

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