Poems from Anna Banana
A comic book artist is so forlorn
His tears gush out his sobbing red face.
“My latest piece should have had much more porn!
Now I lost...
If there was one thing I could end,
It would be Abuse.
I never experienced such phenomena myself, and I am thankful.
However, others are...
Around this time, at ten o’ clock,
I have some raging writer’s block.
I can’t write on a Saturday
I wish I could go out to play.
The...
That day, when other boys were crumping,
My heart was racing fast and thumping.
To my crush, I had to confess.
I was nervous and...
I wake up at Midnight and the Moon is full.
No one else is awake, they're sleeping like the dead.
But there's a horrible throbbing in my...