Tragic_Comedian
2008-06-18, 09:26 AM
WARNING: The following example of poetry is extremely bad and may lead to nausea, vomiting, bleeding, and/or head trauma. Continue at you own risk.
Here, I wrote this. Tell me what you think. I really have no meter at all, but there is rhyme.
Well, the world today is violent and mean
Each day, it seems, another teen
Brings a knife or gun or bomb to school
And contributes to chaos and misrule.
There's a murder in the corner of e'ery street
And lots of folks have nothing to eat.
Terror and Poverty reign supreme.
A nightmare's replaced America's dream.
One night I found myself wond'ring, "Why?
"Can this trouble be blamed on just one guy?"
The more I thought, the more sense it made.
One person was behind this wicked tirade.
"But who?" said I. "Who is the man
"Who torments earth just 'cause he can?"
But after a chat with a good ol' priest
All me questions, well, they just ceased.
The Devil, he's the blame for it all,
E'er since he caused Eve n' Adam to fall.
So I checked in Walmart and the DMV
And everywhere else I thought he might be.
Then, weary and bitter, I leaped down to Hell
At the gates tapped me foot, sighed, and said, "Well?"
Two demons came up, took me to Old Nick
And when I saw him I thought, "This must be a trick."
'Cause I'd expected a chap with horns and red skin
With a pointy goatee sprouting out of his chin.
Instead, a fat guy in his underwear
Reclining back in an old brown armchair.
He said, " You blame me for all the world's strife
"But a human can eas'ly mess up his own Life.
"I've not left Hell in 35 years
"So young chap, the Devil's the least of your fears."
Here, I wrote this. Tell me what you think. I really have no meter at all, but there is rhyme.
Well, the world today is violent and mean
Each day, it seems, another teen
Brings a knife or gun or bomb to school
And contributes to chaos and misrule.
There's a murder in the corner of e'ery street
And lots of folks have nothing to eat.
Terror and Poverty reign supreme.
A nightmare's replaced America's dream.
One night I found myself wond'ring, "Why?
"Can this trouble be blamed on just one guy?"
The more I thought, the more sense it made.
One person was behind this wicked tirade.
"But who?" said I. "Who is the man
"Who torments earth just 'cause he can?"
But after a chat with a good ol' priest
All me questions, well, they just ceased.
The Devil, he's the blame for it all,
E'er since he caused Eve n' Adam to fall.
So I checked in Walmart and the DMV
And everywhere else I thought he might be.
Then, weary and bitter, I leaped down to Hell
At the gates tapped me foot, sighed, and said, "Well?"
Two demons came up, took me to Old Nick
And when I saw him I thought, "This must be a trick."
'Cause I'd expected a chap with horns and red skin
With a pointy goatee sprouting out of his chin.
Instead, a fat guy in his underwear
Reclining back in an old brown armchair.
He said, " You blame me for all the world's strife
"But a human can eas'ly mess up his own Life.
"I've not left Hell in 35 years
"So young chap, the Devil's the least of your fears."