1973 - when I started asking questions, like, "Why are we all dressed so funny?"

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Bad Poetry

Bad poetry has a cathartic affect in the writing.
Like a bad wrapper, words spill out like lightning.
There is not much of substance to be found,
But an interesting stream of consciousness doth abound.
I never studied seriously those who went before.
A simple layman and a bore.

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