Bad Poetry: 3Rd Example
Poem Zoom » Poems » Bad Poetry: 3Rd Example by Jerome Malenfant
Advanced Poem Search

Comments... | Email PoemEmail Poem |


My love is like a thing that goes
Up and down inside my toes;
It climbs around inside of me
And falls asleep in my ice tea.

My hate is like a flower that grows
And writes real bad, decrepit prose
That wilts the soul and perhaps the spirit
And borders often on incoherent.

My mind alas is quite insane,
A fact I need not more explain,
For I can see all things that be,
All things that were, all things to be.

I hear the voice of God all day;
He really doesn’t have much to say.
He says it’s so lonely at the top;
He talks all the time; I wish He’d stop.

© Jerome Malenfant . All Rights Reserved.