One that smells
and needs a wash.
A horrible terrible poem,
should be named a horror,
or be given to Bosche.
A horrible terrible poem,
Every word is pre
prompted
Every word a conjugated – siren.
A terrible horrible poem,
can’t be phrased right,
so why continue
read’n words left to right?
A horrible terrible poem,
that has no’ rhyme,
nor even a reason.
… (should be a blooming crime)
A horrible terrible poem,
Who gave them license.
revoke it immediate
-um.
Mediated meditated
medicated too,
If you wrote terrible poems,
It could happen to you.
Terrible horrible poems,
the ones make your skin crawl,
not one redeeming feature,
not one at all.
Doesn’t make someone cry,
or laugh in disgust,
If I had to say it,
there was way too much crust.
No juicy center to rest ones teeth,
Only a pungent odor.
Emenating from all the grief,
that this one – has left over.
Why’d I wake,
worry and whyme.
Can’t tell my story,
so everythings fine.
And burn some words,
into the ether.
Containing the feelings,
to die on the bleacher.
A horrible,
Terrible,
Poem,
to say.
Shocking and jolting,
gets clanging each day.
The way the brain works,
in its mysterious ways.
(II)
Why do opposites attract,
and yet how do they repel?
Why is one plus one,
less than one some days…
(III)
I could tell a story,
of how where and why.
But its the which when and whether
that makes me want to cry.
Scheduled schemes and structured struts,
phasing waves and waving at ‘sups.
Breaking down barriers burdening to bust,
fraid to let it out in case I’ll iterate another cyclops.
Programming paradigmes
or pulling up pants,
its just natural progression
when there’s no boot on your cant’s.
The love the light,
its the only delight.
trouble is people,
want you off their flight !!
See you do go on,
like theres no tomorrow.
Singing your sorrows,
boring us hollow.
So I sit,
so I stare.
Just to see that,
psychobabble flare.
Your look
your angle
your self serving mangle.
You reap your reward,
or you don’t not at all.
Its how you say your now,
that breaks that fatal sprowl.
And with that I’ll finish,
Let you get on with your prowl.
rendering you hopeful
for this – this is now.