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Mar 2014
You steal from those who thenselves have stolen.
A terrible mish-mash of overly deep yet somehow meaningless dribble.
So you steal a lyric or two from a terrible song, you rearrange it and add "thee" to it totally out of context, just to add some more clichΓ©.
So stick to acrostic poems, and retreat to your broken meadow of lost souls. Take thy writing stick and puke up an Oxford onto the paper.
See if I give a ****.
Woops I wasn't supposed to swear was I? Didn't your English teacher tell you? (It's okay) Do it. I don't care.
Written by
Thomas Callister  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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