a love song for j. alfred prufrock
oh how i know thy pain,
 j. alfred prufrock.
i read his words,
 and i felt them too.
 i had felt them before
 and had no words to word the words.
the love song of j. alfred prufrock
 is a prime example
 of why i can’t show my true person
 in public.
because so many people
 read the poem
 and hate prufrock.
 pobre prufrock.
 pobre, pobre prufrock.
i guess he is kind of a douche bag.