Poetry
My unpoetry, choose your method of slow torture:
Roses are red ...
Petals of inexperience
( really serious one, stream of thought )
Gemini
( for the one I could never quite hold on to )
Ants On The Lawn
( a freestyle rap I did with Minusbaby over AOL Instant Messenger included the line "I can go on like ants on the lawn" )