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.