Friday, May 3, 2013

A Poetry Slam Isn't Actually Supposed To Be Violent.

It's been a while since I've done a poetry post, and I know you, dear reader, have been desperately awaiting more of my lyrical wit...

I cooked food last night.
Dude had to eat some of it.
He is a good sport.

I went to Target
but forgot the Mt. Dew.
Life is terrible.

Trolling on Facebook.
My friends' vacation photos
make me Sad Panda.

I am wearing very bright shoes.
With multi-various hues.
When I put them on my feet
My toes tap a quick beat.
Happy sometimes comes in twos.

I once went to a poetry slam
Where everybody bitched out The Man
Though very sonorous,
I found listening onerous.
I just didn't give a tinker's damn.

(True:  It's shocking I haven't won an award for this shit yet.)


  1. Five Legs between us
    went all haiku on my ass
    I almost lol-ed

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    1. Yeah, this level of raw talent is amazing, isn't it? :D