Poems and Dick Pics

Poetry is kind of a funky turkey.  It's something people write for themselves, and then, sometimes, share with other people who are suppose to interpret it.  Poems are not meant for the reader, and considering the several factors leading up to its invention, no one can really understand it besides the one who created it.  Yeah, he might be talking about the girl that got away, or maybe he's just really pissed that someone took the last cookie at the dinner table.
Well, here's a few poems I wrote a while back, sometime in the past with many influences leading up to multiple ideas that made sense at the time.  They are both untitled to make them even more vague.

Untitled #1



A friend is a foe, for one minute's loss

An idea loses its shape

Five hands at one throat.

Compass turns south,

Entropy reaches a singularity.

Untitled #2

Busy is the bee called mother

Sacrifice one life to feed another.

Fire yields and fire burns

Everyone must take their turn.

To fight is to live another day

While death is on step away.

I don't understand the reasons dudes send girls dick picks.  Do guys really think girls want to see their penis on a tiny cramped screen at low resolution?  If they are lucky, the gal wont' figure out what it is.  Seriously, what girl gets a dirty text and is like "Oh, what a beautiful dick", then immediately sets up a date.  It would be a touching story when they grow old together.  Imagine the family sitting around the fireplace, enjoying each others' company, when little Timmy asks "Grammy, how did you and Grandpa meet?'. "Well little Timmy it all started with a dick pic."