Brad couldn't stop thinking about skies
They were just so rundown and odd
But he could never forget the rise
That morning, Brad was shocked by the enterprise
He had to calm himself with a sod
Brad couldn't stop thinking about skies
Later, Brad was spooked by an arise
He tried to focus on a rod
But he could never forget the rise
Virginia said, skies wasn't that otherwise
Said it was time to start thinking about a facade
Brad couldn't stop thinking about skies
Brad took action like eyes
Skies were like a toxic petard
But he could never forget the rise
Brad nosedived like an unkind advise
His mind turned into a prod
Brad couldn't stop thinking about skies
But he could never forget the rise
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Incoherent (& Generated) Poetry (2)
PoetryPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective of making some bit of coherency.
