Spam of my poetry

My head is full of muddy water.
Maybe I should drain my thoughts.
I lay upon the scattered dirt.
under my bottom, a few small rocks.
I close my eyes and think of some things,
but none of that muddy water is clean.
"Stop thinking so pervy." I say aloud,
and suddenly appears a cloud.
I laugh at this, and water spills out.
tumble and cascade out of my mouth.
I'm choking on my ocean of laughter,
I wonder what will happen after?
The laughing hurts,
it's all over the dirt,
puddles and puddles of my laughter ponds.
Maybe I can turn this into a song!
Ocean forms among my toes,
and a lullaby I try to compose,
but the water's coming out my nose!
and then the fish come, out they go!
I feel them going up my throat
As I hit every note
I'm singing up a school of fish
or an ecosystem, by the looks of it.
I blink up the sun
my lashes are rays
Oh my, this is fun!
But it's such a hot day...
I sweat out anemone
the sun's now my enemy
but it doesn't stop me
now I need to go-
wait!
the water has stopped
maybe my laughter tube has been clogged
and wait, the sun's disappearing,
is it the smell of my sweat it is fearing?

or maybe it is the end I am nearing...

I lay floating in the ocean

The waves have such a soothing motion
If I sleep now, I'll wake up in my bed
no no, don't go, i'd rather be dead.
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Such little words can mean so much
you can kill me inside or fill me with love
I don't care which, just write for me,
and darling, this is the step to truly see
If you can write a word and you do it out of love
sweetie, you have the greatest gift from above
now write for me, write for me, sweet Jane Doe
Your secrets written will be only mine to know.
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