So I came across this poem a few days ago an it really caught my interest, what do you guys think the story its telling?
A child sees a clear glass on his table and is intrigued
He wonders what the buzzing sound outside is
He closes his eyes and images a bee
It slows to a stop and lands on a pedal
What a beautiful day it is outside
He picks up the glass and smashes it
What is he to do now?
A man gets out of bed as usual and brushes his teeth
He wishes his wife good mourning and leaves
What am I doing with my life?
He walks into this car and drives out of his driveway
The man calls his wife
There is no answer
He cries sorrowfully to himself.
Also feel free to post any poems you guys found. 
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(Blargzargo Hlaaluington)
#2
It looks kinda like 2 separate poems, so here’s my interpretation of both.
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To put it in the words of Shia, “Don’t let your dreams be dreams. Just do it!”
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The man is sad because he never has the time to spend with his life, and thus, they are growing apart.
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_Anthony
(qoby)
#3
Excerpt from a 17th century poem:
Much Wine had past, with grave Discourse,
Of who Fucks who, and who do's worse;
Such as you usually do hear
From them that Diet at the
Bear;
When I, who still take care to see
Drunk'nness Reliev'd by Letchery,
Went out into St.
James's Park,
To cool my Head, and fire my Heart;
But though St.
James has the Honour on 't,
'Tis Consecrate to
Prick and
Cunt.
There, by a most Incestuous Birth,
Strange Woods Spring from the teeming Earth:
For they relate how heretofore
When Ancient
Pict began to Whore,
Deluded of his Assignation,
(Jilting it seems was then in fashion.)
Poor pensive Lover, in this place
Wou'd Frig upon his Mother's Face;
Whence Rows of Mandrakes tall did rise
Whose Lewd tops Fuck'd the very Skies.
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