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Savor the sweetness of bad poetry, the crooked and cockeyed words, the lame and bumpy thoughts of oblivion Skip out the jumbled rhythm, and just roll with it The road is not smooth, the jargon misplaced Swift the **** pace by its carcass, caress your stiff neck, your strained eyes the pen killed the message, the hands tremble in its confusion It isn’t good, it isn’t sensual or soothing It clumps in your throat, making disgust, flopping out of par swing and miss, capture the drive, the stamina to make it through Make the trudge, delve in the derelict Can you make out the message, the theme? or is it so bad you want to scream, or just cry from the injustice of bad lines Do not line your thoughts in the flow, the swift, but let your soul sing the confusion of its blunted voice, let it bask in its commonality of bad taste Do not pen out, but pen in Do not bleep out, but bleat out Scream your unworthiness, your crooked smiles, your cockeyed convulsions Give us your bad poetry, God knows I have.
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
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Savor the sweetness of bad poetry, the crooked and cockeyed words, the lame and bumpy thoughts of oblivion Skip out the jumbled rhythm, and just roll with it The road is not smooth, the jargon misplaced Swift the **** pace by its carcass, caress your stiff neck, your strained eyes the pen killed the message, the hands tremble in its confusion It isn’t good, it isn’t sensual or soothing It clumps in your throat, making disgust, flopping out of par swing and miss, capture the drive, the stamina to make it through Make the trudge, delve in the derelict Can you make out the message, the theme? or is it so bad you want to scream, or just cry from the injustice of bad lines Do not line your thoughts in the flow, the swift, but let your soul sing the confusion of its blunted voice, let it bask in its commonality of bad taste Do not pen out, but pen in Do not bleep out, but bleat out Scream your unworthiness, your crooked smiles, your cockeyed convulsions Give us your bad poetry, God knows I have.
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
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