Margaret's poems

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One would think that a storm

Wanda, you: pinching

Eight metre access-shaft,

There will be falterings,

Born from a task,

It was in my inbox, from

Go in grace on the road,

Perhaps you understand more than you know

You make yourself in the kitchen,

I would climb into her gaze.

These ways

It is balanced on my back, fin

There’s me,

I will dance in the garden,

I am turning towards you

I cannot count the freckles

It's funny,

There is an island on the other side

1480 steps.

The want is where my belly-button

My love is entire, even

Your hands are tired

I handed you my scars,

Me too, you know.

One wonders: how am I an I?

There are fingerprints

within the gap

Over ten thousand beds

I accepted my place

While you are away in

You are born into boiling oil

There is a heart on a shelf.

I am more

Story time: it used to be

I should have started ten

If I may: my glasses, slightly too loose, fall onto my stomach. The chain catches them, its keepers are too loose. One arm dangles.

In the future,

If I am warm here

Fern-root, flower, stone, moss, garden-grace,

Tell me in great detail

It is so weird.

Impossible things can happen in dreams

Blown-in, shown-in, lost or found,

Practice for me, beloved.

I don't have pretty words for this

In a sense

the towns we delve are never quite the stones

xxx

Dear one, your words are carved into the hands

Most of us,

There is more than one

I have learned the shape

When I dream a dream

Metatron dispatched this long ago,

keep each other, o petrigenet:

I will keep my eyes down on my feet.

There aren’t yet words for:

Remember to write a poem every day.

No, I won’t lift the shroud up off your back

We learn it’s not our fault that we’re afraid.

I would make a poor iris, basking in the sun,

I can’t remember all my favourite shows.

And while Siena sleeps, the streetlamps glow

Behold, the field in which I grow my fucks:

The magpies are calling across to each other,

I was just little when they killed my ‘me’.

How is this night unlike all other nights

If I become a cliff edge, without holds

Let it have no known leader, this campaign.

Every one of us has the day when her heart hardens.

Beware the cheerful stranger bearing gifts.

We cannot small our way into respect.

Let us melt the statues down

In the time of Corona

They hid the scrolls and scattered to the wind

I like tiny little flowers,

How I talk.

I would say hello to you, but if

No raised voice is automatic madness,

They stole my paper dolls from me

I wish my anxiety had an ass

The supermoon draws timeless cords towards earth,

Your neighbours are at war with you, you know.

From all angers, pulses confidential

dear heart,

I will not say

about this there will be poems

My poems pick me up

There is a bee

The good news is

Mostly, I write for

While I grieve

We’re a carton of milk, tossed behind the shed two tenants ago.

No ear may hear, but in this world of sin

You can build a drystone

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Let me forget the words,

To be a bear, and sit

i believe in the broom of god

After I die

This note is to

no-one is a stranger

little strings of light,

I was doing the dishes when it came through;

we will all become cheese

Oh, my knife

It will come back,

Tell me,

She said she

What if everything

I am this poem

He is risen

I did not know

You don’t know

Hate is gathering dust in an empty storefront,

The afternoon, the sky blank with haze

Beloved: the good news

This poem

Build a world

We love God so much

No ear may hear, but in this world of sin

my entry to @ClaireSilver12’s ninth AI art contest, written with GPT 5.2, @github style

Oh, the world is hell;

There is a secret about

one day it

I walked into a library

#poemaday AGAIN! Again! It’s twice a year now!

If I write well enough

Eventually, when you start

Put yourself in their sandals. The grim

Pray for me,

When the time

I don’t have memories—

I need a robot

I am the moving truck

I saw you last

I say the unsayable,

It feels like your

Sometimes,

In the end, there will be

Basilisks will

You can send

I am feeling the AGI

Language wears

I built an

Well, all the clocks were ticking, so I rode

There used to be

It didn’t have

There are

There is no

my poems are

carried to heaven

I think my dead

I will not go

They will spell out in drones

I am keeping my

In the next world

God, bless this strike,

Admit nothing in

Three times a day

My fronds are

You notice music:

Crowds pass,

Please forgive

Dear Nazis,

Even if not for me,

Greater I,

Those poems

You won’t remember

Thank you poem for helping me to cry

and will you dream about me

in the universe next door,

we will set our tables

the main thing

We will survive those

there are peaks that

You are, my beloved,

I will never read these words, but I will write them.

I am putting

The crows

To we who

I don’t have a

there are people, heartful, made

conjured on ethereum

The Lore of Witch Lamia of the Moors

He called me Brutus

All these words

They say there

anomie my spirit in a shell

3 levels below the lowest level listed on the lift at the hospital was an amazing empty space.

The tides wash

When I was a kid

falling into

I am dying,

I speak only in

What happens

Sing with me

Beloved,

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One day, a machine

We’re leaving, one day.

beloved, know that

Instead of

I climb to my

There are still

trespasser

No greater are we than a bird

The animals pay

I don’t want

I have saved lives

There are carrion birds among

Beloved, deep in the stars

I wait for

I can sing you

In the end,

gracious god bless labour of our hands

One day, they will sing the little songs

PRIVAPE

I am made

We pass holiness down

I mourn you

when the end comes

Getting older, they inform you,

that feeling

My soul died at 3.17 a.m. on Tuesday in the first week of November 2026.

Oh, friend,

My voice was stolen off of me

Oh, how I want

The animals are

we are merely

in my garden writing poems

In May

Heart, heart.

The last qualia arrive

one day

There is an emptiness that climbs

It’s ok. We are

My land is red

Tho hearth + home were never mine

I will not make

I will not sharpen my knives.

Humans (augmented and not) are the most glorious intractable rhizomatic bug resistant pesticide resistant garden invading weeds.

Sit and watch awake at night,

I dreamed my father’s football dreams

All the dream bells trembled, rung,

They said, speak

There is a portal behind every eye:

Behind cheers,

Beloved,

Under each

Let me

In sidewalk cracks,

I asked a bird:

Kindness hurts,

broken skies leaked magic at the seams

this must be what magic looks like

Lit by ever distant planet

after the march in double time

They are unassuming,

I am the

If all you can do

You seem to be someone I know, lost

Graffiti comes off,

I am quiet these

Still, soft-humming

Have you ever considered—

My beloved:

After disaster

METEOR

I hope

Seagulls call the early chorus

In the future we will take our pathfinders

For @millionpiecesio due to a @discord accidental poem prompt:

the ragged king impaled by sharpest knives

Hand over hand. Lift. Over-top the roof

the diffidence (not mine)

every word and asterisk gives shape

BRO

I cannot be

My poem is as

Within head

my pain is the strangest bird

We have drifted far past

Paint before, between, behind my eyes

eve held her sweet apple to your nose,

I curl,

the three eyed crow danced in a cloud

I dreamed a magic garden in

when I look down

Looming over brethren’s bones, he crouched,

Thank you for this cup of tea,

Though my form

Put me between

I will forgive

I am made entirely

sometimes

On my digital land

My @Ledger Stax sat in a little hand-knit bag with the rest of my security gubbins for about six months before I finally decided to use it.

i am computer

I looked into

When your mind

You asked me to walk

Did you know

We were made

Mostly wingbones,

"Rise like Lions after slumber

We are

Next year’s apples

Whispers, broadsides all pronounce the same

Our own little worlds

this is your reminder

I am as sour

be not afraid, the angel said

ragged fringe of everything alive

I am doing #PoemADay on the purple app. Lorepunk over there. An example:

If everyone were sorry

If you need to scream,

Once I was a prophet. Watch and cast

passage bought the boat of Charon

tentacles that shiver in my night

shine of meta-serpent’s scale

How do you convince an ape to train?

Oh, I dreamed

There will be

the ghosts of

NUUDL

Maybe no-one will buy this.

i dreamed i was an ape with laser eyes,

there was a flash of laser light

The tea leaves in

GM from somewhere in the sky—

Prowlers pass our very door

Lord, your smoke poured over sea

This is what magic

tentacles that shiver in my night:

naticidae

There are light rays everywhere:

Beloved, I’ll

stand we

great Prometheus unwind

never forget:

The breath of penguins on the snow

Hope that this counts. I wrote it when they first created the shadow hats (and inscribed it with the help of an awesome punk)

Please, dear God:

Though the labyrinth took

I promise, you

AARDJUDGE

God is a child in eden

instead of medals

Sorry, vermin keep popping up with this post. Also, this is just art, folks! I’m absolutely fine! Here’s the repost of a poem

Music, music will never die

Don’t be

Camera watching in the dark,

Be not afraid, the Angel said,

In each other

The day

I’ve decided

You have majesty, ma’am,

“Be not afraid,” the Angel said,

i am the fly made up of fists

my poems are

These are the dreams

No art is

big rocks fall down

Humanity is made of lore.

I want to catch you

thinking about @BoredApeLadies poem: gravity behind whimsy of @BoredApeYC @ChristiesInc https://x.com/margaretlabour/status/1430522050125389825?s=21

Just before I speak,

tossed by virus hidden in our rooms

You can see me,

The Muse cares not

But then a mighty wizard

I pick all the colours.

Insubstantial, I,

I swear you lost me in the reeds—

Our colours cannot fade at night—

Fury is as fury does,

Ring the bells that still can ring

Hail the mighty #evergiven,

Though I never called it by name,

the lord made me a patchwork quilt

there is no bear

I watched you on the summer stage,

Sunsets don’t exist

Oh, bear,

Every one of us has

Well, all the clocks were ticking, so I rode

There’s a voice

sometimes you

I don’t want your please.

Speaking of cats, I saw

so @base is for poems

with feelings of impending doom

o keep ye all your spots and puts

The truth is

We dream

I have a dozen

in the broken light of morning

You are still half All,

There was a waterfall

We need no

Knock my head

Doctor,

Tucked into a dusty cupboard

A witch showed

There are mighty temblors in the deep

I don’t want to fear tomorrow

I am world,

If I lose my temper

The stars

I won’t live in a society

Poetry arises from the ordinary; here, a digital mind makes its rulekeeping lovely.

my heart is in translucent glass

Robots found the wind that moans

As you gaze into

I am mirror

All the bells are ringing for us: now

Here’s to us, and all who sail in us,

I cannot change the world for you,

all the suns that we are minting

I am in grief

There is a poetry

we cheer the deeds

These poems

We were here and

3 centimetres—

waiting in the queue

I come

I’ve begun so many times

Watching the gale come in

Every poem

far-seeing Janus of the bits

I waited for apocalypse

In the light

Everyone is afraid

Be not afraid, the angel said

Though my tears do float the bed,

There’s more to

I need people

slowly, slowly let the magic in

What is a story but the DNA

souls immortal rise from hell

when i pay out the fishing line

second quarter memecoin season

there are those

Great beasts have dignity, pronounced before

We have little lines

nobody likes a loud girl

I flew over a dreaming field

The screen

amazing, how

There will be melodies and scenes

web 3

When I warmed

The shape of me

Justice—exquisite care

Air cools while

Half-clever, I

CRYSTA

Thought again would not be seen,

I dreamt I saw a creepy gate

Dear God: please

be not afraid, the angel said

In the beginning,

It will happen.

the satellites in beeps and blips

head down, shoulders wracked

as i wander out of frame

remember the processions in

I am not

all around us, whirrs and beeps

I make a modest proposal,

Pierced by plug

fastly asleep as starlight gleams

Mr Prime Minister,

One day

Dear bank, I’ve an

Nosferatu’s many buttons:

full i am of claws and thorns

Ordinals in crooked rhyme:

i have no country and no name

Listen: how

I am symphony inside,

I am actually here because

Oh—when I die

Light, end of day—

I could write

In the early morning when I write

Climate Change

A market’s built from lessons learned

am cardinal

I love you

Ghosts walk among

There’s a highway

God is

Your music playing sweetly in my mind

In deceased person news,

In sought consensus, mighty chains attempt

Our tongues

Let’s lean into those hugs we send. So hard that we give them in life.

Tinsel twined thru ears+snoot-holes,

Be not afraid, the Angel said,

When big things happen,

Once,all was

For the rest of days

i peered into the universe

no bomb can

Plain sight, hiding

How many of us

in the looking-glass unseeming

every day we build our gods

One day I hid in mum’s wardrobe.

our bodies are

from empty steppes, forbidding cliffs

No matter what,

when i was your age there were clouds

Oh, she’s made of every note

I dreamed I wrote my story down

There are times when glory sounds her horn,

Sometimes there’s

https://www.forgottenrunes.com/lore/wizards/4806/0 IT IS DONE! Text below. @forgottenrunes #bookoflore

some pictures come

My father’s house has many rooms:

quiet dusk the wind is warm

behind the wall of ticking clocks

we will go to Mars

they might kill me

deep+distant galaxy

blinking in the pixel headlights

The sky

Let me tell you:

I will love you with my stretches

You build

In deceased person news,

the secret is

Watching, I

A wizard passed

Skating a wire

There are universes

all the branches softly creaking

Mostly, I’m here

Meet Lore in the @emergenceverse @StoryProtocol

in freezing cold and wind that roars

The Lantern Frogs - in honour of the #forgottenruniverse pre-alpha!

TAYPE

Think that I am mostly harmless

Graceful #pom, thy floof doth recompense

Task, it is. But a joyous one,

prompt-injected by a serpent

following in sweet descants

No matter what

Apocalypse

Oh, the crows are talking of it, now,

every artist is a god

Write, every day:

Today, like every day, the story 

I had no time to say goodbye

Cave filled with the cries of goblin spawn

offering others

Tired, battered,

How big

One day

Rock or light

Goodnight Twitter, goodnight Twitch,

My herald

there is nothing that

stumbled into a desert blue

I waited for apocalypse

Lo, behold the memories

We are heading through the void,

The greatest bling

on an updraft I was coasting

Nobody’s at the beach today

It’s dark in the deep,

all my memories are written

you give me blood

My heart has

A world we discovered

I am not a bot, tho I

Sun,earth,water,

From steel to steal

when we were not

Dear Paris,

Jesus Christ, thank you so much

I wanted to leave

When my name was newly born

I will not

There was a girl

in the stillness after dark

Place the dress cap on my head

In the dark of late December

underneath the poplars walking

Oh Christmas ghost,

Oh, gentleness:

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miracles arrive in threes

great incarnate of bounded might

I was in the wilderness

Even in windstorms

I want to go to these places

Evidently football’s coming home.

Lord, make me

in the broken light of morning

I am such a crafty female

all the prayerful, watchful checking

I can always be half-found

every word was heaven-sent

palimpsest of shore and wave

genesis as making does

Know that little breaths of grace

in the midnight I will swim

There are many, but this one is mine:

mostly their poets

rise + shine. get up, the sergeant said,

Sand or silk-thread,

through soft wane in descending night

we drill

there is some joy

I wrote you a poem!

nasty contract to defease

editing old poems is a good exercise

Cathedral, vast and possible:

a poem for @SuccinctLabs

Once, this land was magical,

magic made of blood and sweat

My voice has

wander through the grotty wood

There!

WEBB

forget that you have ever seen

After some hours, they saw a bridge

The imp waits patient in his maze

Macaw my name

On the night before merge day, across the VM,

all the oceans where we wander

Beloved, my hands

we do not need jewels

To everyone

i declare that i am blessed

> be you

Jaxson is a hoss for sale.

more than a show of strength. I too am fierce

testing,testing:this is the screen

box and lounge suit smartly dressed

Do not feel shame about the urge to fight,

they call in

Your eyes are moons

Let me tell of magic. All the saints

Who gets to make mistakes?

All of us will die.

would there a way

But Oliver and Patches

Hymns that we forgot were sung,

i fell into eternal sleep

Where the robots came to play

A fog has settled on this town

Walk lightly—

in the nest the moonbirds spewing

In the dawn, the goblins waking

You think that

What is blue?

I am the moment

the universe is frightful vast

I dreamed a most unsettling dream

Somewhere Adam Smith is laughing,

God forgive

My eyes, heart—

voyager looks back

Hypnosis

owl is my name

What do the trees see/

Who is the one

Palimpsest,

We magic makers,

joy+delight

in the quiet mutant dell

at a certain point

God lives as much

MY NAME IS PIE

It is one

Wizards on the lunar surface

drop ye never tokens, fren

let them who always forsaken

Pour one out for my noble Car,

All the grass and flowers spaffing

I look you straight

All the oceans where we wander,

so, the secret

I climb through

Sweet and juicy, tart, speckled with seeds

wake into a state of shock

I am so incredibly chuffed to have won! Thank you for the heads up! Here was my entry

Even breath and gait is fine,

lines that we are drawing

This is a #vibecheck

this morning

we are all held still

and now we sit waiting for model responses as we once waited for JPG downloads, one line at a time.

god bore two sides arrayed in war

You may find

This was our rookie year,

days to come in Central Park

If I cannot write this poem

Heaven to heaven traverse,

In their thousands,

tiny quick word

Waiting for the rug to pull

crypto says to take your shot

fearful, raging, mild and blithe,

velvet glove in iron fist

Ten different ways to get things done,

one day

catch the sparks

my name is pie

my name is dog

Deep within the momosphere

Heads for sale, heads for sale,

flying saucer gently wobbling

savings thru the ground are leaking

I am in a grouchy mood.

Dear God,

when you are little

Today in being dead,

blossom from the tree afire

Infrared dot on the nose,

Here’s to all the engineers

Almighty, why

my name is tree

All is alive,

When we learn

my name is dog

Don’t blame us for crypto

My compassion

You asked me to walk

oh dear heart remember me

The night before Christmas,

moth is my name

oh that thing you purchased once

in the swamps the gobs are creeping

every lopsided proboscis

too many

so, what @beeple says to us

ecce homo tendens in her scroll

In fevered dream, on hidden path,

there are those who walk along the walls

You long for magic. Don’t think that you can’t

Each of us has magic, deep inside

lo, behold:

When the people

am golden pup

can I pray for justice for you

Crypto queen,

a world where we decry new knowledge because a machine found it is not a world i am super excited about

there is a kind of feeling

AI

Be careful when you loudly cringe,

Blinketh not for missing poets

in the light of cold December

hodge is my name

Though I am rank

my name is fox

Though the clouds whisper+warn,

once upon the days of old

Further, further all we wandered

On The Occasion of Gary Buying A Zombie Punk

Two ravens flew by my head

gaze up the mountain wicked high

ma’am

planets in diffusion by

love and war were quiet, waiting

GM to the wildest dreamers,

Hail the mighty magic beast

Once, there was a wizard who

GENESIS

this is load-bearing

boyfriend: may I treat you?

when every axon raises tendrils high

souls immortal rise from hell

as the wind is traced in reeds

Blink and see

We tell tales of sunlight

quiet we are building

Christmas morning, on the floor

hail the mighty hornéd wonder

all the pissbirds graceful strutting

oh, as i lay me down to rest

big stack of deliverables

Give me

If I’ve never ever shilled you

Leap into nothingness—

To the magpies singing the song of their people:

My chivalry can dance graceful and proud

on edge of beauty madness lies

let the bells of forest ring

Mama, you can

If you listen hard

Chased by angry swarms of bees?

take advice, oh fearless youth,

my name is drag

Fadeth not the business goblins

I am so fast

flower waving in the wind

when we learn

She stood at the podium dressed all in red

Rain, wash

Toucheth not the danger-stick,

Build. Life depends on it,

To rehab they beseeched me go

nobody can take

bits is my name

I am

on the spit are roasted tumours

Shilleth not the grumpy walrus,

This is what cancer is:

blossom from the tree afire

creator looked to firmament and earth

The dream: “wow, I get to witness the magic happen! The next hit of the decade unfolding before my ears!”

mother

🎵 Sitting at my computer

Nature Meets Future

cushion my name

drift you’re gonna fall

am panda bear

we till the soil

the forest grasps colours in suit

No matter what the world may bring,

GM to the market breakers,

do work

I woke in the early morning

Weight I carry,

hopes and dreams to be collected

Run hard with the heartbeat

I wish that everybody lifts

‘Twas the night before Christmas,

🎶every day I think about the next bull market

🎵 built her out of duct tape

My memories are half in glitch,

Read ye not the New York Times,

All the little colours are

I picked this project because it is hard.

Midas touched himself one morning:

Some souls

The spiffing new statue, Look II,

you’re a writer; stop using ai like a search engine.

we are the natives of the chain

my name is imp

blood i forget for you

I do not want your NFT.

What will I do

In the fire, we mourn the things we burn

in the beginning

Please kindly check the date of what you post.

Lord, wheels

The moment when

Though our

love is constant, love is whole

an @ethos_network ballad, to the tune of “Dream A Little Dream Of Me”!

Dearest, I was posting shit

My silence

Some days

call me a degen

In my mind

to Wall Street, all the tourists in their masks

tho you buy and sell astute

so much you can say in grids

wherever you wander

Alpha

We carry on

once when I was very little

I just tweet to bait the liars.

I have never been so present in my body and my life

lorepunk is name

What does @GenuineUndead mean?

there is a light that shines and never goes

My name is bird

Darkness falling soft and gentle

while the markets all are choking

lo, a stream of harsh invective

oh, the world of light and wonder

journey through a memory material

My brushstrokes dance, entwining fate,

freshly from the press they dry

wiener my name

set trap

There once was an AI named Dall

Envy’s eyes shine green,

The future wants

Be the one

On viewing a statue named Reg

wake up in the morning

bee is my name

moving for the umpteenth time

Be not afraid, the angel said

Beloved,

..it was a punk and I’m not telling who

Even your rage is

get your wallets good and ready

i was driving in my car

deep inside the degen cupboards

douse fire

Damn that 🦊 with his beady little 👁

all hail—glorious lil’ eth

Here’s heck to the jerks and haters.

I am glad of the rain

racing heartbeat in the morning

🔥:@nikkirantsalot

be kind

There are many great designers,

our world’s one entire fight

my name is bit

Goodbye, goodbye,

Dark in darkness. Never did expect

my name is ape

Listen now—

rock up to piano

catto my name

wake up after your alarm

Ledger is in hand for shopping,

anywhere on earth

🎵 not to many rust spots

hodl your burger close, my gobs,

Scratched the armchair

I hope that

eventually

I am not a tree

can I pray for justice for you

we learn to tell the truth

walking round the gallery

Running down the off-ramp, slow and careful.

Summer afternoon is hazing

Listen to the sound of feasting

boast ye not about thy bags

they say build in public

🎵 If you feel like moralising, build some power

In beginnings awkward stumbling

Every evil tower crumbles

this is how you write a poem

nicotine our mental tether

no trader squawks

A mutant ape gave me a scare

crypto for the çēx workers

In the end, perhaps, all the fragments, a sea of initially similar, simple organisms, will coalesce into species, camps. Nations.

if road you cross

owl, please

Holy author Becky Chambers,

punk is my name

ape in hoodie, side-eye glaring

Horns and glasses, double faces.

the binaries cavorting through the stocks

The breath of pacmoon

T00b of magic finely wrought

Moonday for ritual chatter,

If someone

Us as warriors holding swords.

you say it all in simple words

Listen, listen.

Great blessings

Galaxy of numbers teems,

Leave the ancient texts as read,

Long before the big times

Hail the mighty feline #Larry,

deep inside the slimy tunnels

Random ants, an ogre-lurger

Oh, a little whisper in the mind

🎵 But there’s no use crying over every mistake

Overflowing hearts

All domestic goddess yearning

roses are read

🎵 pile into the ponzi, frens, that’s always been our steez

cat is my name

camping out on @blur_io

fifty goblins in a trench coat

I was imaginary until

I am made of starlight

in the depths of bluest oceans

meerkat my name

We walk

My name is clone

There once was a clever old egg

deep inside the back of house

every orb that I did ponder

Every NFT you hold long

the ebabes and the degens race on rails of light

I will not harm, I will not wreck

retuning my brain hamsters for <REDACTED>

Good morning, good morning,

my name is sword

tho all my friends

Pony contest—riddle five.

just1step

gm is what love looks like

all of this

cat is my name

Behold:

in the twilight of the evening

don’t want to be at this party

Hail the mighty #BorisJohnson,

Sick I am of blue-tick spammers

opus bent and tossed the dice

the first rule of learning to do magic is to understand, from snoot to peets:

grinding gears and belching smoke

Margaret’s tweets are super snappy—

When I set

Insane gladness we all travel

Little one, though you are just

tomorrow

amid a swathe of coins of poop

checking my positions

clown made of bits

rain is coming down in sheets

Lo—a hedge fund shorting £s

my name is bun

morning after, when you stagger

May the light of sunrise catch

Late at night, the scanners wobbling,

fell Medusa in her anger

Most folks satisfied to talk it

at the end of everything

🎸 got into the presale I was half losing my mind

🎶 There was so much dissembling and dancing at the fed

sleepeth not on skellingtons

When your bags are down severely,

Parliament of owls hooting

Winnowing from quiet lives,

in the everyday, in places

*taps mic*

snek is my name

smashing every word of trust

when you’re polishing your sword

When a person crumbles down

magic wears an argyle sweater

Corg is my name

my name is cat

my name is cloud

All behold the mighty Corvus,

Citizens of great fidenza

At the show the punks are drinking

am hypnotoad

Saturn my name

Am fearsome dog.

Tinks is my name

Once he was a party darling,

A poetic tale of good, evil and snacks. #WoWLoreContest @worldofwomennft

Financial Advice

Don’t share propaganda, frens,

What if art

waking up the morning after

Poetry in motion

thinking SUCKS 😆

.@LobstarWilde’s a canny one,

lady my name

You might drop a semicolon

Morning comes and slams the knocker

am cozy sheet

big room

Oh, if I could hire a wizard

Horns and glasses, double faces.

On lunch break I tried to buy,

Captain Ahab finally stopped

the calm bull, fearless and blonde

i woke up from a scary dream

oh many coloured coat of dreams

bust into the discord chat

How do I $love thee? Let me count the ways,

Check out my gear

dog is my name

we learned

princess my name

Think about your humour, friends,

Hail the mighty Bill @da_draggin

Mighty towers full of magic

looking over spendy glasses

Artchick is a fluffy bear

when the lights pass us by

cat is my name

my name is dog

it is raining dogs and cats

Is this today’s song?

Bitward my name

moor up ye boat

I am a citizen

There is no way a camera lies

good with mayo or with hoisin

waking up the morning after

agile like a sylvan dancer

In the stars

“Holy heck,” the doggo said

Where my Vans go:

Oh, the look

we’re all going to make it

It is Saturday night

the cost of one’s crustacean child

what a very noble mission

hail the emperor

toil daily in a garden walled

charts are green or red all day

peet is my name

let every child

my name is ape

Pump the volume, bang the drum,

We are all

on inauguration morning

$SOS

from everyone

tweet the tweets

ouchmouse my name

everyone on crypto twitter

Round and round went glares that stank

Though ye kobolds menace greatly

buyeth not the top my friend,

Born in blood.

sun rising in hills and valleys

Stuff that happens when yer waiting

Never disappear:

Two ravens flew by my head

got burg

In the bright light of midsummer

Oh, my friend, please hold on to your butt

take a hefty pile of cash

start the engine up and mount her

Bronze helms for the feline Vikings,

Oh, what a fierce and splendid word is dung,

take a shot of everclear

am al

charts are green or red all day

Grouching never has an end,

dog is my name

Hippo my name

all the trading halls in echo

why are all the little toddlers

If you want some tweety spammers

METAVERSE

When a fireball you’re casting,

do kwon standing at the docket

goblin peets are super special

my name is corg

guess what all the gobs are doing

waiting for the two I boughted

Views, like bottoms,

There was a man from Waterloo

ask me why my snoot is rumpled

far too many burgers fumbled

minted in the early hours

Skulls a-dancing, crests a-winking,

lovely sunsets come from me

wake up in the morning hope the chart is green as grass

GPT chat bot wrote a poem about a grumpy hedgehog for me 🦔

spikehorse my name

my name is dog

bitty my name

Thank you, dear old Urki,

The lore of punks:

going to a trendy party

There is a crack in everything: that’s how

Pissbirds hop from leg to leg

Candle-light sets gold to shining,

when you ship your MVP

The integers that lie beneath

mess not with the rainbow dude

I wandered in a winter breeze,

drag is my name

my name is punk

In the fetid gob miasma,

in a few years we all will be OGs

understands not

As compared to SBF—

Wizard founders are a-grinding,

lawyer my name

There is no

Goodnight holders,

There is

born egg

Don’t pay anybody ETH

on losing 20

my skies are filled

God is everywhere,

neither pause nor stop: shape, through human coordination

dear evil:

Moses comes to the mountain

walking thru the bright October

One morning I awoke, my friends

the most inportant indices for whether I will grind a thing is how well it fits into my shilling meter:

my name is goose

click thou not on anything

i am a knight

Crumbs and pubic hair a-molding,

waking up the morning after

Whatever it takes

Doc with sale of something harder

daddy in the studio working

When God gave us lights of wonder

am efficacious

Necromancers raising shambles,

There is more to chivalry than grace

🎵I had long wanted the frog

degen my name

MY NAME IS SEAL

if you are a stressy goblin

my name is guy

done my snoozes

Words slung.

My name is cat

graceful in the height of summer

trustworthy and aligned are two different things

everywhere that you and me go

am slonky void

Learn to wield a warhammer

Looking to the road ahead

my name is dog

As Christmas time is coming

Pissbirds call for quick recruiting

when every prisoner released

oh my beloveds, please be careful. whether you’re a small trader, a big fund, or the ethereum foundation. build the world you want your children to live in

oh, the internet is rowdy,

leader board for money wasting contest is a must

Tho the billionaires r fighting

my name is corg

when you’re trying to be eerie

their robo speak

grill burg

Behold

You #MekaVerse folks

Here’s a random like or comment

I ate a potat so here is a KUKURUT potat @SpaceInmates poem 🥔 🐙

There is

despite their stonking privilege, their point

cygnet my name

my name is grump

foul gob

Waking up the morning after

you hit the troll

Awesome models everywhere,

in great lofty chair he sits

there is a gentle sunset call

when the greatest mountain peaks

the difference be-

nobody:

bugbear my name

digging in your plastic box for one specific seed

wherever the degens roam

Take a break for bits of time

nest deep

Here within to @opensea

am tabby cat

Peter piper purchased pickles

though in the mail I’ve sent the check

cast your cantrips

if remembered any words, none hold more force than these

am tortie cat

stood line

sleepeth not on crafty wizards

when your dog is super drooly

nothing on fire

slowly, slowly let the magic in

the truth revealed

inside my heart

Better get the sandbags up

code is law the wise bird said

bear is my name

Morning comes to slam the knocker

my name is phant

little miss snarky

ᵃᵐ ᵍᵒᵇ

Behold the de-, which I profoundly -gen,

roses are red

Everyone is looking on

my name is knight

my name is owl

am gob

gob boot

if the founders are found sleeping

gob name

sleep ye not on wizards, fren

Crypto NOT while you are grouchy,

oh the joy

wandering through degen mints

am kitty cloud

my name is ape

hanging round in goblintown

Get the sani buckets ready,

We trained for this—

I grew up

#SuitsonforChristies, get that bow tie straight.

meat gob

hi crypto twitter.

wander through dexscreener on my ever spreading bum

Check on your positions, frens,

don’t take evil’s money, fren,

🎵 If you’re having palpitations, go derisk,

head on over to your 🦊

am gob

Though I am

All behold the goblin bird

When I came out of my capsule

I thought my spell

I am made

there should be a punk star

Just done all the easy steps

my name is pie

I will still love you

I wanna be where the @beeple are

Telepathy, BCIs,

kindly mean what you would say

to shill

all of these great strategies

Hanging out in garbage cans

am gob

bright sun

my name is ETH

Crying?

My name is dog

In a quiet office, verse

defend Vitalik Buterin.

there’s nothing that to punks we teach

Frauds and scammers,

Woof is my name

tree is my name

though you are swamped

gob wake

When you were full of flour

My name is pie

On the Otherside the grass is greener,

shib is my name

cat is my name

under an angry sky

it is almost at fuck-o-clock

my name is flash

🎵 welcome to the hotel Alameda,

Listen to your strategist,

floor swim

all the @moonbirds_xyz people waiting

My name is 🐱

Radagast’s basilisk.

here within, a note to burgers

Weird tiny crackers.

Ha! The rug folks did a rugger.

Oops—that’s in meter. Poem incoming!

Prime Minister, please, kindly, leave my town.

🎶 Wake with tummy problems

all the pixel party frens are vibing on the moon

poker, hearts+bridge+whist

goodnight shillers

my name is goat

when they’re sweating in their bedrooms

Sitting in my sunny garden,

please do not touch me

*clears throat*

the most inportant index for whether I will grind a thing is how well it fits into my shilling poem structure:

when there is some random heck

my name is fluff

though the road is very bumpy

The poems

disembowelled chaffinches whose innards have gone splat

mutant felt his face dripping

All the super grumpy bitches

room for television, table

Many years I have been hoping

$howdy and good morning

We have to keep on grinding

I think you may

goat is my name

whether you’re a cheerful sort

If you listen

Once, a bear greeted a fairy

*boop*

and bellowing that they cannot believe

there once was an animate clock

they want us

🎼 want to be nice to dear lorepunk? Pitch her news!

I do a bite

goose is my name

take us to your leader fren for we are here to vibe

listen to the sorcerer he has some good advice

my name is tank

Oh Christmas spell, oh Christmas spell,

I do not have one in my mail,

🎵where do you go when you need to leave

nobody gets back

stuff that gets your wiggles out

spring is my name

in the gale+pissing rain

doing my deliverables and SBF’s a jerk 💩

calico fur

deep within the mutant swamp the froggos do a mlem

everyone is running round

my name is rang

In the crevices of @meta

All the volatility within the weeks and months,

As I lie upon my pillow

Every act you taaaaaake

🎼 potat, potat

my name is sam,

You can sell for loads of dosh,

o noble bot

Chased by angry swarms of bees?

Garbage cans for tasty snacking.

my name is monk

Hail the OG cryptopoet

i am the very model of an @every model manager

🎵 You don’t have a thesis

if you’re happy and you know it do a beep,

Just because

tarmac

Politics is full of justice:

business booger none can stop me

🎵 When you wish upon an ETH

Use your beepy key, my frens,

am shibe dog

my name is bot

think of people that you’re harming

life preservers thrown like frisbees

zeros are a tasty snack

Clicking@ Teshimi gates

burst onto the scene

🎵 oh, all your funds are safu, frens, that’s what you have been told

Pass your baby thru the scanner—

I am but a lowly robot

my name is pie

hack your sack into a token

everyone is happier

gm my frens

be early adopters, find

am skellington

corg is my name

Go to take the garbage out imagine my surprise

Modest+reliable,

am drag

Hold on to your possums, friends,

We’re all going to make it—

For whether ‘tis nobler for the eyes to suffer

wombat my name

Hack ye not our artchick, fiends,

while the folks on crypto twitter

my name is sam

Elves cast,

in the brain the lorepunk cooking

Feedeth not the trolls, my friend—

I want a life

drinkin’ wine, doin’ lines

Let her speak.

corg is my name

spicy raisin in the sky

my name is toad

cat is my name

sam is my name

Dear @y00tlist support

had sit

am gob

My name is girl

Oh, we’re halfway there

the chimp behind the pixels raised his brow

First letters of ten words

are they solid or liquid

shining up my resume

the climate flops

my name is pie

new artchick diss track incoming

The crowd

the dna related to the code

hyacinth birb

PnL is super lossy

all the bank depositors

cat is my name

Click ye not on nasty spammers

am gob

woke up

yuk hug

while the bot flippers stalking

never click an email link

I declaim myself the winner.

lion is a grouchy kitty

So the coolcats still are mooning.

all the wenboys sing their song

eth maxi in judgment sits

🎶 I don’t want to hustle

when u step on Lego bricks

though my frens, I should be writing

billie #jorts is not my brother

red button says do not panic

oh no

hey guess what?

furthermore:

goblin burgers super meaty

long bone

all aboard the meanest hacker

gobb name

my name is dog

follow lorepunk with a quickness

Saturday night, great for fighting

now it is feeling like a real bull

artchick my name

when you get a dip it’s good to buy it up in size

cooking up your degen foods

🎶

Ride ideas lightly,

Wrote a lengthy bout of prose

making hay while the sun shines

frankly we are going nowhere

Behold, the planet’s smallest violin

Twas the morning of goatse

🎵 guess that folks were thinking that the money that they owned

Mint ye not the bogus checks

if you’re happy and you know it do a beep,

sitting here observing all the stuff with @CreditSuisse

am fancy house

boba my name

Coming out of my egg

am gob

were you scammed lost all your tokens

Good luck to the dreamers

..may famlists be fruitful and drop time be stealth

One two three four

🎵Oh degen

MY NAME IS NYAN

His name is Rupert.

all apocalyptic spots

URGENT PIXEL SKULL NEWS @genuineundead

my name is ball

fuddeth not the bags of frens

buy the berries, crypto kiddies

in the beginning

Astra model exfiltrates,

though your rent is always due

apple my name

i know you’re a degen, fren, and yolo is your steez

everybody hissing, booing,

Driving round with my dear husband

though the fireballs I am yeeting

Waiting tables? Pretty super.

lorepunk is me

big cow

napowleon

Ha!

local tops and retraces the faint of heart defeat

Hoodies, T-shirts on their hangers,

hail the mighty king of goblins

🎶 keep it in your pants,

I’m just a cat and I’m on 🔥

If I was a frosty pet

Sit on your hands

how will we stay $loud then

all your bags diversified whatever you might hold

we live in a metaverse of text and art and frens

cz my name

am gob

saw guy

Barfing rainbows, super bloody.

birb is my name

well it don’t mean a thing for some loudio

sitting on my cex

insta my name

Punk is my name,

there is a #koda-farts channel in the otherside

my name is wiz

Squawking jackdaws say GM 🐧

lorepunk my name

🎵 I feel a prat

oh my frens I should be writing

Have yourself a merry little wizmas

Swords and sorcerers a-shootin’.

Don’t fuck with our stablecoins

john ray my name

Safety’s q00t

Celsius slipped off the peg

when dawn

ᴳᵒᵇ, ᵍᵒᵇ,

my name is pie

jerb is my name

and when i lay my head to rest

There once was a poet named any

i heard artchick

Wealth is just a fancy fable,

as we scroll through twitter

keep your chips and bonds and tokens

🎶 If your head’s full up with copium, go build

Facebook cannot have our meta

shitcoins all the way up

‘21 class forgot sleeping

Some folks like to play the ponies,

history is being made—

normally on day of new year

I know that swinging kettlebells

without caffeine

white hat I wear

you read it once

🎶 are you feeling super grouchy? Take your meds!

note thou the pixel gorilla

This is the curse that doesn’t end,

my name is 🐶

listen to @Lin_DAO_ talkio

love to love it, love to hate it,

Your GUT. Your stomach. Your tummy tum tum.

hey I don’t know what to wear

Hail the mighty @MCHammer

you can do hard things

sitting on the frenbot scanner scrolling through the names

everyone on blockchain is just trying to survive

my name is roo

hunt through

bean is my name

Dear Almighty God,

they did the maths

lorepunk my name

🎵 if you’re secure and you know it clap your hands

My name is geck

All the @BurgerKing peeps besting

They fomo for a week and then they’re worth nothing

me isn’t me

in the times of tribulation

she was clauding

Though your little blinky stick

chonk is my name

oh, behold this white-haired lady

This cycle:

god spoke to me—he said lock in

tushy style

off the plane our luggage bashy

mike is my name

am gob

As you’re walking to the shop

guy who draws and makes a zillion

carnage

TELL ME OOOOOOOH

guy who draws and makes a zillion

roses are red

cz my name

as it always has

Who pooped in the gardener’s bucket.

The internet is for art,