I went to a cruise with my family and my dad's wife has a son who I hadn't seen in 6 months, he writes poetry as well and he is always asking for criticism.
We were on the last night of the trip when we decided to write a poem together, each one wrote a sentence and it all came together in one big poem. If you really analyze it, it's amazing how we both have different ideas of what this poem might mean but at the same time it all comes together. Try to guess which sentences are mine and which are his.
I hope you enjoy it
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We decided to make it new, we play with you. We tried to make it different, special. We had fish for food, for dinner, the sinner. Silently, we ate in shame, knowing we did the best we could. The water it used to swim in is now what washes him down, oh my sweet quarter pound. Heaven banned them both while hell accepted them with greetings. Fishy meetings between god and satan. Negotiating, which punishment will be adequate for the aberration they committed. They started fine but had fruity substances for deities and so finished seated. See satan she said in bed when the two canoodled in the nude, oh, when heaven and hell embrace their tales. One last choice; one last judgment where the rest of their soul's life was being determined. She will go to heaven, he will go to hell; they couldn't decide how. Instead, to settle de misunderstanding, both were sent straight to hell, where the dark one greeted them once again with pleasure.
If you were wondering his name is Nicolas Polit, he doesn't have a blog but you can read his poems when they are published.
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