And you despise the merits of rhyme?
What the hell, I aim to annoy.
And it seems I have the time...
Proper contest etiquette,
Demands a comment for all.
Even if it's bland and generic,
Even if it's small.
Your theme though, intriguing.
Who doesn't adore the self?
I could blabber on for days.
Grab the anecdotes off the shelf.
I'm pretentious and dumb,
Holy shit! I have a blister on my thumb!
I search for UFO's humping at the sky,
And I never figured out how to tie...a tie
I "drink" chocolate milk slowly with a spoon,
My favorite Washington quote involves a "poltroon"
And, what is that, oh hey?
Did you just mention the want of cliche?
I try, but that is all too relative,
Roses for one, blood for another,
My cliches are trying too hard to be aloof,
My words are vocab lists; oh, why do I bother?
In the end, it's for folks like you,
You make up these tedious demands
(both trivial and essential)
In the end, remember-I followed most of your commands.
Love, Hippie
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