The more we suckle at the muse,
The more ideas that crowd our brains.
Before among the best we choose
Some fix to us like bloody stains.
So trip the lights apocalyptic
(If you can’t be deep, be cryptic)
A poem incorporating 5 random words: APOCALYPTIC, AMONG, CROWD, FIX, SUCKLE
Having ever eavesdropped on their alien babbling, We’ve known to reach the stars was man’s desire, But long dismissed their science as primitive dabbling (Compared to ours, akin to taming fire). If ignorance is bliss, then let’s admit it: We considered them ripe for conquest, if at all, But today their scientists declared “We did it!” And that's why I say it's time we build a wall.
A poem incorporating 5 random words: ALIEN, BABBLING, BLISS, DESIRE, RIPE