Bad poetry, so bite me. Iambic pentameter my ass.
Now that I have put aside
the work that would not let me rest
I wonder when I really tried
and if that's when I did my best
I am so tired of laying down
the law to get things done
I'd really rather ditch this place
I think I'm gonna run
Away with all this talking
away with all this mess
f**k communication
I cannot take the stress
I'm running down the hall now
I'm heading for the door
my body's here till 5pm
but all I'll do is snore
My fantasy is better
my fantasy has beer
and lots of guys from Sweden
Bet you wish you were here
the work that would not let me rest
I wonder when I really tried
and if that's when I did my best
I am so tired of laying down
the law to get things done
I'd really rather ditch this place
I think I'm gonna run
Away with all this talking
away with all this mess
f**k communication
I cannot take the stress
I'm running down the hall now
I'm heading for the door
my body's here till 5pm
but all I'll do is snore
My fantasy is better
my fantasy has beer
and lots of guys from Sweden
Bet you wish you were here
posted by Lu Hill at 11:30 p.m.
4 Comments:
Oh, an encore, you say?
I do not care I do not care
you cannot take me anywhere
I will not go I will not go
you cannot make me, that I know
I approve of the beer! I even have beer in real life, when I'm lucky!
You know, lu, I usually don't approve of rhyming poems, but I like it. I totally understand where you're coming from in it. It actually strikes me as good for a song. I've been pondering writing some self-indulgent poetry or songs lately.
also, you've been absent from CH central lately. what is up, my home chicken?
Oh! And I wasn't calling your poem self-indulgent. I was referring to the quality of what I feel I would write.
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