I know a hundred ways to die.
I’ve often thought I’d try one:
Lie down beneath a motor truck
Some day when standing by one.
Or throw myself from off a bridge—
Except such things must be
So hard upon the scavengers
And men that clean the sea.
I know some poison I could drink.
I’ve often thought I’d taste it.
But mother bought it for the sink,
And drinking it would waste it.
Another item that’s painful to bear
and that’s an ancient pro who’s too prettied up
or any poor strumpet giving herself airs.
I hate ladies who’re too proud of their legs.
And I hate down to the dregs, saalve regina,
a big fat woman with a tight vagina.
Were all the scenes in the Bell Jar of her trying to kill herself supposed to be that funny? It feels like they were, but I could never tell. That's some top rate Looney Tunes shit.
It wasn't my fault.
is this meant to be a meme thread or what
gross.
Sylvia was a qt3.14, leave her alone
SLVIAAAAAAAAA
fun fact
it's a poem by Edna st Vincent Millay
Men's poetry:
>hard to understand babble
>pretentious
>soulless
Women's poetry
>enjoyable
>understandable
>witty and intelligent
>point and moral
>talent
really makes you think
>reddit-tier bait with zero substance
>2017
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that's my actual opinion you pretentious faggot who doesn't even know what his fav poet is babbling about, nevertheless looking smarter on anonymous forum about bullying vlogers and posting joyce pictures