Bad Poetry is Returning

Not by popular demand. I just thought it might be fun. Yeah that feature is coming back. Stay tuned.

Parade of Bad Poetry Presents:

Smack Me


To some it sure is funny,
To others, it’s quite sad.
While time turns into money,
I sit on my fat pad.


I try to be insightful,
And witty and urbane,
But to many it’s quite doubtful
That I have anything to say.

Parade of Bad Poetry Presents:

Paycheck

Electrocuted at sunrise.
In time to kill more brain cells to survive.
Watching them zip your dreams into body bags.
Waiting for their permission to die.

What did you expect?
Your life is nothing but a piece of cellophane.

Parade of Bad Poetry Presents:

The Day

The sky is grey
and the dawn can’t lift its haze.
The seas are brown
with the products of greed and waste.

The forest is black
and overcome with the dead.
The die is cast
and to our future we are wed.

The trees just bleed
in submissive conformity.
The sterile grass
salutes our obsessive vanity.

Back to the dust
I crawl in pain and disgust,
winding my shroud
as the sun slumps to the ground.