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Saturday, August 30, 2008
Another anonymous submission, from the bashful poet who wrote this one. Day before I thought I found my calling With my first godawful poet penned So I sit today to write another To this all my faculties I lend And then I realize that no words flow I write cruddy muck and backspace and delete What I write sounds too awful to be godawful And yet I feel no conceit My poem is too bad to be good-bad poetry And yet not so craptacular that its good It is poetic when it should not be And yet too odious to be withstood What does one do when she can’t write good rhyme And can’t write bad rhyme either? Does she write prose then? Or from composing take a breather? What can be worse that not be able to not write; Not be able to write sucky enough? Especially when you can’t even write things well Can life give you a better rebuff? The godawful poet relinquishes her throne She decides to call it a day And maybe its just in time too Because doesn’t the fornight end tomorrow? Godawful Poetry Fortnight Labels: Godawful Poetry Fortnight, guest posts, meme, poetry |
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who is this unnamed genius?
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