cuzz ii cuudnT Thiink of 1
so u goTTa LiiVe WiTh iiT Th3 wayy iiT iis
r33Lii r33Lii bad iiT iiS
ii KNOW
ii goTTa stoP wriiTiinG now
tHiiS pOeM maKes meee SiiCK!
WHAT ELSE TO WRiiTE?
WHAT ELSE TO SAii?
ii JUST donT know!
iiVE WRiiTTen eNougH lAmE PoeTrii for todAii!!
Now in English:
You see, this poem does have no title,
'cause I couldn't think of one.
SO you gotta live with it the way it is.
Really, really bad it is,
I know.
I gotta stop writing now,
This poem makes me sick!
What else to write?
Wha else to say?
I just don't know,
I've written enough lame poetry for today!


just the way I like them.
I didn't need the translation because this poem is perfectly easy to read if you have an eye for it. 




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