As Benevolent Dictator of Man I will make it a corporal offense to recite poetry outloud at people.

500 lashings. Nothing worse than being poemed at.

Lostpoet · M

I once knew a man named Dozer
He always looked so unsober
And when any pretty girl came by
He would make her love this guy

Who couldn't help but love someone with such gleam in his eye
And he filled their hearts with such sweet American pie
That they all whished it would never die

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