Sunday, October 19, 2008

Poems are for really lame people
One of the things that really makes me dry heave while I'm browsing through blogs are the thousands of pointless and weird poems people post on a daily basis.

Surfing the net this morning, the last 9 out of 12 blogs threw up some painfully-boring, lame-ass, 8-sentenced ode to their undying heart beat. Beat me love me or leave me in the cold desert heart heart. The dust falls slowly. Ignite.

So, just this once, I figured I would share an extremely personal poem that I wrote back then when times were tough. They weren't really tough actually ... Are they ever tough? Maybe I was drowsy. Have you ever tried to read the Times while you're drowsy? All that small print and big words.

Where was I?

Oh. Okay, so here it is. I call it...

This Poem Really Sucks

I don't have a life and I hate skinny ducks.
This poem really sucks.
When I tried wearing a mood ring, my finger got stuck.
This poem really sucks.
I've never won the lottery even though I've only played it twice, so apparently that means I have no luck.
This poem really sucks.
I got very excited just now when I left the restroom, looked down at the ground, and found a buck.
This poem really sucks.
This is the second last sentence and I can't think of anymore word to rhyme with suck so I will make one up and say zuck.
This poem really sucks.

*applause*
StreetFlow-[Jaz] ate tomatoes on 1:01 PM