Kathrin Warlimont
When the light turns red, you stop.
Don’t make your audience members feel,
No pulse. No heartbeat.
He easily yielded to any impression,
For love, the vine that round your base,
Endowed with a superior intelligence,
Commentary flounders in such environments.
I have never heard of you-
People show signs of being infected.
In this way to solve the minority problem,
A delicate plant, that groweth slowly,
Clearly fixing what belongs to whom.
Lindsy, that’s very manipulative,
I challenge you to a battle.
The sinner sleeps soundly
When he finds himself surrounded,
Do you deserve justice?
We’re all friends. We like to sing.
He goes down the steps and into the Expo dugout,
Here, let me negotiate a truce,
Delivered from its hateful rule, and free!
We must invent dynamic designs,
And we will be able to abolish private property.
Recycled Poetry 