I can, I could, I will, I would.
I want, I wanted, I crave, I craved.
I wish, I wished, I ate, I am full.

I wanted to be known now I am,
I wished and craved sustenance, that's what I got.

I passed you and dapped you,
Then in the second we were,
I asked you,
Good thing I got to redo it,

Stuck Our Right Up

They "lost" you didn't they?
Misplaced you fairly far away I'm sure,
How it's always it's an accident or a situation blur,
When they cast you off in the fray.

How many styles does this imitate or are imitating this?
A lot, it's shocking how many poems can go by the same tittle,
How many people can use the same gimmick,
Like how when someone finds something that works,
People tend follow like ants,
Whether we know it or not, I followed you you followed me now we're following in circles better make something new oops.
I guess to each their own originative similar but not quite kinda poem.

Scrapbook Poems,
More like Crapbook Poems!
And he laughed and laughed and laughed,                                                  
Matter of fact I wrote a whole book about them,                                        
While he was having his laugh.

AI rap music,
Robot grooving,
Mechanical moving.

Rap battle a robot how many words can you say a minute?
It'll say exactly one more.

LOST: SANITY, $50 REWARD

I post my missing posters,
But no one's found it yet.
I offered money, odd jobs, dog walks,
And nobody'***** me up!
Please somebody help me look!
I lost my baby darling lovely girl, I'm going insane missing her.

It just hit me,
Smack in the head,
I haven't been sad,
Since we met again.
I jump with joy,
I write with grace,
Like you put new life in my pen,
Even if it is to my depression's distaste.

"You're not the first person to do it,
So don't get upset when I do it too."
You're right,
I'm not the first to do that,
But I'm the first to do it that way.
So if you want to do it too,
Don't blatantly copy me.

I'm romantic,
Like the Romance Era.

Either the highest highs,
Or the deepest pains.