Thursday, September 24, 2009

Bad Poetry


(to the song Bad Company)


Poetry
Always on my brain
Rhyming schemes inflict a stabbing pain
Oh I was born meter in my mind
Behind a pen I'm not so refined
But then I write this
.
Bad poetry
And I can't deny
Bad poetry
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
.
Hearing tunes
I substitute their verse
Friends cry out, someone call a nurse.
What's that word
Roaming round my head?
I just heard
A song to be massa-cred
Why can't I stop this
.
Bad poetry
Why oh why oh why?
Bad Bad poetry
Till the day I die
Till the day I die
.
©2009 Warren Baker
.

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