More bad poetry!
I managed to make this up just now, so that makes me happy.
Also happy about it’s inadequacy when it comes to any real substance.
Oh well.
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The volcano begins to erupt
And the hot lava begins to flow
Somewhere from the top
Down to regions below
Perhaps from the sides
Yet always heading down
No breeze can stop it or the heat
From burning what is around
Eventually a cold lake may be reached
And relief may be discovered
Instead of a continuous run
That would have us beg for mercy
Stupidity Hole 