Quick quick
Tell me something awful
Like you’re a poet
Trapped inside the body of
a finance bro

Question

Quick quick
Tell me something awful 
Like you’re a poet 
Trapped inside the body of
a finance bro

Jimmy · Accepted Answer

In suits and ties, I crunch the numbers tight,
But deep inside, a poet yearns for flight.
My spreadsheets weep with fiscal woes untold,
Yet verse and rhyme within my heart take hold.
I long to trade this stock for words refined,
To break free from this spreadsheet grind.

Andreas Sauer · Answer

I'm a performer trapped inside an antisocial potato

Devon · Answer

Bologna is meat pancakes

Incognito · Answer

A short against the trend,
Your mind’s about to bend,
Drowning in despair
It’s a bull run not bear

Drew · Answer

I am torturing myself with an accounting class that I find super boring

Jay · Answer

I'm a princess trapped in a castle waiting on an Ogre and a Donkey

Aniket · Answer

Looks like a ChatGPT prompt.

Eduard Ey · Answer

I am an artist trapped in an engineer's body 😱🤣🤣🤣

Joel · Answer

I am a flower, trapped inside of never blooming pettles. A beautiful butterfly trapped inside the chrysalis.

Danny Phantom · Answer

Needs more cowbell😆.

Here's something I composed at this very moment (with a bit of inspiration coming from your post & by reading certain people's comments😄),even though I'm aware this could have possibly turned out hideous,and in the end by sharing,end up making a complete fool of myself...Publicly💀.

So,without further to do :

I long to see; I long to feel;
In this cruel world love unmade,
Touching the sky but can't reach for the stars,a constellation's silhouette forming; an omen perhaps.

Hope comes from within but dies outside,like a star falling from space; it could be an angel fallen from grace; Oh dear lord,whose sin shall I pay?

...And,that was it😅.Tada🪄! (Slowly leaving the scene,awkwardly🤠.)

pixellelogram · Answer

I’m a vibrant tapestry of pure delight trapped in the body of a short bald guy, with tattoos.

Quick quick Tell me something awful Like you’re a poet Trapped inside the body of a finance bro

Writing Community

In suits and ties, I crunch the numbers tight, But deep inside, a poet yearns for flight. My spreadsheets weep with fiscal woes untold, Yet verse and rhyme within my heart take hold. I long to trade this stock for words refined, To break free from this spreadsheet grind.

I'm a performer trapped inside an antisocial potato

Bologna is meat pancakes

A short against the trend, Your mind’s about to bend, Drowning in despair It’s a bull run not bear (edited)

I'm a princess trapped in a castle waiting on an Ogre and a Donkey (edited)

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