a poem II (steal it if you want)

blackeyed

original rude boy
Nov 7, 2003
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I tried so hard that day in june,
To bite my tongue and not to say,
Exactly what I though of poetry;
When written in such a way.

'Where's the structure?' My mind did cry.
'The form, the technique, the shine?'
To write such overemotional babble
Surely must be a crime.

I considered sending mental aid;
Some solid literature to the guy.
So he could read real poetry
Stuff that didn't make you cry

because you can't decipher
the message that's being related.
Causing lots of uproar here
and people getting slated.

Largely by me and Cruelean,
because we shed no tears
He 'hohoho's and 'hahaha's
At your loves shared yesteryear.

Whereas I just act the fool
and write a crappy verse or two
to show that fallen angels and
the virginal scarifices in the woods of woe

ARE A LOAD OF POO.


- see yer later kiddies and stay away from sharp objects.