The Beastagor Of Hermes, a short poem by salem
 

My therapist has suggested I try writing poems to deal with recent tragedies

*ahem*

In the sea without lees
Standeth the Beastagor of Hermes
Eating his YT variable
And maketh himself yet full stable
When all his points be from him gone
He standeth still here as a stone
Here is now both green and yelllow
And all so the stone to quicken the load (ing)

thank you

Made real progress today.

I think your medical professional is just looking for evidence to institutionalize you on.

This seems like a higher lvl of sickness tbh

so elegant

beastagoog strikes again

gone and stone dont rhyme

wud grade it as a D- in a beginning creative writing class.

that aint rite

let the man poet

sheesh

Perhaps the author wants it to be pronounced like "goan"