Can't lift a hoe or smoke foreign cigarettes.
Rely on ideas
Write a bunch of rotten lies, and one day the color will be covered by expired rouge.
The poet rode a chimney and flew into the sky.
I came out of the womb with a pen container.
Pretend to be like a imprisoned bug
Mom says all poets are idiots.
Their troubles are like parasitic moths.
Eat brain and drink blood.
Until the skull is hollowed out like a walnut
Poetry dances like a poisoned zombie.
Wake up the poet's frozen palm print
Learn to drill holes from mice.
Learn poetry from the dead.
The knife carved a ring on the eyeball.
There was no sign of the poet for several times.
It's the penis that should grow up.
Or the fear of immortality.
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Bark fell in love with the life of fallen leaves.
The fallen leaves can't guess the silence of the rainbow.
The poet's underpants can no longer hold ignorance.
The pen tip becomes the pulse of running.
The teacher said that poets are perverts.
There is only milk in their world.
The house flies like a dove and exaggerates like a grave.
Catch it, and it will become the filth of prostitutes.
The poet's schoolbag is full of nudity.
Compare the length of the frame with the expectation.
If art is an unbreakable bridge
A nude model can stand the poet's praise.
Growth of Penicillium osseum
It's wrong, but it's naked and hard to hide.
It's like a river crossing a flooded coast.
Just like desire is imprinted by poetry.
The third floor is covered with the saliva of the moon and pasted into white algae or lotus pond.
The poet has a melancholy when he was young.
Burn with candles. Bad idea.
Students say that poets are all pretending to be forced.
They are like dancers with bare thighs.
Like hormones in wolf skin.
Take it out on a kind sheep.
The tongue replaced the python skin of erhu.
Sing a tragedy that a dead snake can't finish eating the corpse.
The poet had an epiphany about a Buddhist poem.
It's just a living tool
Just like farmers have a patent for hoes.
Like grasshoppers, they have a code word for eating.
Like a poet except for a penis and a pen.
And weedy emotions.
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Companies are always like cemeteries in hell.
Walking in is like betraying God.
Poets can't afford antique clothes.
I have friendship with RMB.
Colleagues say poets are bullshit.
They can't afford abalone.
It is better to write poetry than swallow's spit.
Not as good as a shark swimming in a bathing suit.
The ankle bone broke the moral judgment.
The lame poet finally ate the pen.
The desire for chains.
Spell your soul out of your body with your life.
Look at the sexual desire in the city.
Kitchenware carried by ants
Struggle to the bottom of the pot
With the fire, the ending is exquisite, and the sunset is swaying on the rattan chair.
Rodent moustaches giggle and pout.
The poet has long been a eunuch with a broken hand
Can't write a bad lie
Sun Tzu said that all poets are masters.
Their love and hate are like the thread of the Milky Way.
String the stars and the moon in the sky.
Beautiful as an illusion.
The wrinkles are full of the desolation of the years.
I lit a foreign cigarette.
Pick up the abandoned hoe
Went to a place full of bodies.
There are no poets in the old city.
Grandson always looks like his grandfather.
With a cane woven with counterfeit money
Curse the poet. Damn it.