He's got his moments but after reading about twenty of his poems I just got fed up with him and scribbled this.
After reading Pablo Neruda
03.01.2003
Your name is like a pony,
A pony sold for far too much!
The silent hooves of your pony name
Run quickly on the fog of sadness
And the pony of your name is rustled
By a rain of tears!
How I would drive your pony name
Into the raging sea of tears
And drown it there as I escape
To drink a few more beers!
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