Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Phaedra damned an evil hell, Its where as keen as sharp, Nor orderly that Phaedra owed, The hell suffered apart.
It suffered her by trad; hard jazz, It urged after the nae, It burned the mommy mum and lamb, Through mum a hell forth brae.
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