Trans-Atlantic Railway
Too hot, Too Cold, Too Hot, Too cold.. What has this done to me? Hand on head, head on hand, hand on head, head on hand, I'm Going to need some help here... reader? Are these my hands?
Who the fuck is even reading this? Is this a poem or is this the sickness? Did you do this to me? No? Good... This reads like the diary of a mad-man
Tidal drift, Tidal drift.. piss off.
"Fourth wall breaking joke" "Absence of structure, rhyme rhythm or metre" "Poor attempts at originality throughout" "Only sane sentiment remarks on the authors apparent madness"
There I just wrote read and reviewed my own poem.
I wonder will anybody be proud of this
Β By Robert Joyce












