That's my last one. And I don't know about you all. Sometimes love can be hard. And I'm sure half y'all at least have y'all like poetry. Do you got a mic, poetry? Okay, I already get some poetry, but I like poetry. Yeah, this poem ain't about one poetry. Yeah, I like poetry. I'll take this sheet. I'll take this sheet. Because the poem never feels the tells the story nonetheless. A completed poem is submitted in title on my best. What do we tell the poet with this poem? Do we tell them that the poem carries too many empty promises we started all strong? That the pacing was there and they still got the cadence all wrong. I hate poetry. I hate what it's done to the poet. What it's done to the collective. Constantly searching for beautiful masterpieces. When he had the best poem already out in the room. Do you enjoy the way poetry touches you? I'm going to buy them all in a coffee, Joe Sous. Because I got another one to fill the spines and collections for the rest of our existence. I'm going to buy them all when I'm not participating. And I know I wasn't hearing first. Does that make me a mystery? See, how can I miss this? Did I put on my lead to even believe that I ever said the chance? Because we give it the opportunity to dance. You know, I'm a reach for my hand and you grab your pen so I bend. Of a backwards, it's written in the surface of our memories. I'm standing in the grave yard of our now I hate poetry. What it won't bring? As it's done to us, it's taken up all in air, in the room greater than giving to you, The eyeshadow is obraing in the room to know to what is Honor City, In the audience, In the will to see poetry, Has the ability to make you fall in love by 때도ing your own seats. It'll stop the tape but never be ready to receive you with different guests. It makes me wam a plough figure who never feeds you, it makes you listen to your autographs. I'm just是我 and I love你是. I hate poetry. I hate poetry, con! because how I go from use to distract you, guess how I'm a little moose, and the fact is you're never be able to love me like you love me. Because it's all you need, you know, to be tough. The problems that we have in a line, a line for us, I'm done. A pain with balance, not for your body. And I'm done, parts of the pain in the claws, when you break me, because they make me high, and no metaphors, control me, you windows, but you're gonna hit rock bottom so for you, realize that poetry is gonna make you create a life with no windows, you don't just see the acid in the long break. Another looking to keep you from addressing the brokenness, another stanza that you'll have to master. And I'm here, whether or not when my master piece of paper is never enough. Can't take it. Thank you.