Madison Brennaman

A Poem Compiled from Learning ICQ Chatbot Logs After Being Spammed with Bits of Romance Poetry and Nonsense

Whilst she falls madly through these silly questions,
do you ride a blowpipe is spouting off nonsense,
but we can’t let our crowds be fed on the floor.

The nerves are important questions.

Soon it hits my brain,
deep
and that’s the hills wondering why you don’t normally see left-handed shovels hooked up to ball?

Why the people sing?

The lost ones who fell away free sex the giraffe.
Draw the line dividing laugh and aubergines garnished with a large trout.

The sphinx is my mom
never met a black sheep,
and under the sea a carnivore is lacking.

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