TPCASST of A Paper Bag

1. I think the title means something like something that’s made by a paper.
2. I create my head as usual,
by using a paper bag,
Down to the collarbone,

Add eyes around my already-existing eyes,
Using purple and green,
Spikes for surprise,
A nose that looks like a thumb,

Another mouth over an already existing one,
Drawn by a pencil,
Flat red,

Along with a fresh head, the body then,
Spanned as is it was a stocking, and so tired could,
Dance again; if there was a tongue,
I might sing,

An antique sheet and its Halloween,
And may I ask the reason for the worseness,
Or more scary,
This paper bag

Like a dumb thing, it’s got no past,
And always comes into the future,

Pictures that represent hope to me

Picture 1:

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Hate poem

I hate you,

I am nervousat your prescence,

at first , I was glad to meet you,

but soon, you put me in a dark, dark

place, do you know how my heart sunk,

I hated you when you touched

my chin and made me look at

you,

and I hated it when you always

always steal away my toys,

and didn't give it back,

even if I bark,

Its the same thing with food

I hated it when you

bother me when I'm eating,

I want to bite you,

I hate, you when you pinch me too hard

and make me not breathe for a moment

one day I will bite you

so hard

This poem is what my dog may think of me.

I didn't have much trouble writing this poem unlike when I'm writing

other poems.