The swirl of toxic colors,
change in the constant
of us aliens,
which we are recognized as
An over-fuming kettle
we are as we screech
for some right
for some hope
THEY, which are called "perfect"
antagonize with their
self-centered lies and so called
rights
Deeming us unfit for the same Justice
Perhaps, it may be,
they'll send us off to Pluto
(Because we aren't a planet either)
Please tell me what you think
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Wow. This is one really strange poem that you have going on in here! lol But I really like this one for some reason. It started off kind of slow and that but it built up really nicely and by the time you got to the end I laughed at your line about Pluto and it not being a planet either. It was funny in a kind of sad way because I had been sad when they decided that Pluto wasn't a planet anymore. You did a really good job of expressing yourself.
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This reminds me of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Nice job with the literal imagery, and the metaphors.
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loves it! loves it! loves it!
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