While walking dark and muddy paths,
I came upon this fray
With endless hoardes of demon kids,
All clad in black and grey.
Their faces pale and clothing ripped,
Their fingers in to fists were gripped,
They cried aloud, quietly first:
'I hate my life! So do your worst!'
'Alright' I said, 'you crazy shits!'
'I'll chop your stupid ass to bits!'
My weapon whirred its baneful song,
'Hold on!' I said 'It won't be long!'
Chainsaw lifted above my head,
I charged in to the evil dead:
Limbs sawn off and eyes removed,
'Hey' I said 'That's much improved!'
The zombies came on thick and fast
I cleft them all atwain,
I would stand there to
This poem is bad - Skip it. by Dirk-Cjeli, literature
Literature
This poem is bad - Skip it.
Now I'm a man with little rhyme
A cow could better describe a fine
Woman's face or define
The meaning of life, my saving grace
My inhibition, to write a line
That I am sitting here, not keeping pace
With the football, I'm not inclined
Not yet so lazy to sit and face
The television, the opiate
To the estranged masses
Pandora's Box, we've opened it
Found biscuits and molasses
So we sit, our arses growing
Not caring if our waists are bulging
For we are now indulging
In the best, or worse, there is to offer?
This poem is bad - Skip it. by Dirk-Cjeli, literature
Literature
This poem is bad - Skip it.
Now I'm a man with little rhyme
A cow could better describe a fine
Woman's face or define
The meaning of life, my saving grace
My inhibition, to write a line
That I am sitting here, not keeping pace
With the football, I'm not inclined
Not yet so lazy to sit and face
The television, the opiate
To the estranged masses
Pandora's Box, we've opened it
Found biscuits and molasses
So we sit, our arses growing
Not caring if our waists are bulging
For we are now indulging
In the best, or worse, there is to offer?
While walking dark and muddy paths,
I came upon this fray
With endless hoardes of demon kids,
All clad in black and grey.
Their faces pale and clothing ripped,
Their fingers in to fists were gripped,
They cried aloud, quietly first:
'I hate my life! So do your worst!'
'Alright' I said, 'you crazy shits!'
'I'll chop your stupid ass to bits!'
My weapon whirred its baneful song,
'Hold on!' I said 'It won't be long!'
Chainsaw lifted above my head,
I charged in to the evil dead:
Limbs sawn off and eyes removed,
'Hey' I said 'That's much improved!'
The zombies came on thick and fast
I cleft them all atwain,
I would stand there to