Another poem, after reading some wonderfully funny ("bad") poetry. I need to go to bed. I also need to stop flipping through my book of Magritte paintings because some of the stuff I'm writing makes absolutely no sense at all.
Hey, another thing, how do you indent on here? None of my poems show their exact shape because I'm not sure how to indent lines.
KIND OF LIKE THAT TIME WE WENT TO A HOCKEY GAME IN
NOTHERN EUROPE AND NO ONE STOOD UP OR CHEERED BUT
EVERYONE CLAPPED POLITELY NO MATTER WHO SCORED