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Dead Poets Society (In Memory of Robin Williams)

Heard words have yet to be spoken
So take with you this, a tradable token
Speak from your ears and clap with your toes!
Sprint with your nose and palpate plenty of prose
Poised pens push many a red rose
Silly is a start, butt blossom, is a shart
Joke, a flourishing flowery art!
Evoke a past gassed tart
Losing rhythm? Simply restart!
Heard words have yet to be spoken
A pact left unbroken
Measure not the meter but the mess
Serve distress and caress my chest
Lewd limericks elicit light laughter
...disaster
What comes?
A pretty petty poet pastor
Praise be plebeian poem planners!
Implement implicit incubation to express exaltation, then cascade into creative cremation!
Crafted codswallop continues!
Unkempt clutter will confuse
Attempt utter muse, dirty, under ruse
Hilarity blows out clarity
Pushes unleaded motive and fills big shoes
Bow down to low brow brown brewed in disparity
Feel free to face faecal farce, act the clown!
Carpe diem!
Day and night, steal from dreams, claim your crown!
Carpe diem!
Forget fear and fright! Whittle words, unimaginable reams, to flip flop frowns
Carpe diem
Reach new heights, rip at the seams, think without nouns.
Let this go down. Leave audacious messages. Awe full audiences of rested residents with resonating passages. Finish swiftly with an epiphany, moon swept, soon slept, now adept cacophony!
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