http://www.verybadpoetry.com/ en-us The Latest and Worst It's only that the world is running out of food. And the world never runs out of fat people dude. It's the truth, and it's a sad one too. It's not a lie, and it's sad that it's not. The fat must die, and I don't regret saying this. I'm quite thin, so I'm safe. I'm quite arrogant, but that's okay.
]]> Thu, 30 Jun 2011 19:43:16 -0700 Anonymous Thomas http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/The_fat_must_die/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/The_fat_must_die/ After death, there is a darkness. A great emptiness.
And it is forever.
No Heaven. No Hell. There isn't a Heaven. There isn't a Hell. There isn't. There isn't.
I have not died, and neither have you. How do you know there is a Heaven? How do you know there is a Hell? How do I know there isn't? There isn't. There isn't. Nobody knows, but I can safely assume. Nobody knows, but everyone wants to.
And they write holy books. The Koran. The Bible.The Vedas. The Kabbalah.The Talmud. And many others. But I write this poem today to give my opinion, my thought. And that is to be good without a God watching over you. To be kind without fear of Hell, or want of Heaven. To be good for goodness sake. Life is a pause from non-existence. It should be enjoyed. But we must think. And my thoughts have constructed these words. A poem before death. A poem before eternity.
]]> Thu, 30 Jun 2011 19:30:14 -0700 Poe et Poet http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Poem_before_eternity/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Poem_before_eternity/ Oh the suffering! And oh, the pain! There is sorrow, and there is no rain. There is no tomorrow. There is no today.
But there is murder. There is rape. There is torture, and no escape.
There are lies, corruption, destruction, revolution, and persecution.
There is death in the name of God! There is God in the name of death! Death for death's sake. Do you really want to live? ]]> Thu, 30 Jun 2011 17:05:19 -0700 Poe et Poet http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/The_World_we_know/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/The_World_we_know/ Sings the blues
Carries burdens
Reads the news
Baby sister dead in sin
Two bad daughters
Rope him in
They want money
Catch the smoke
Friend’s a cop
Stops by to joke
“Why’d that happen to ya Stan?
Were you not a praying man?”
Folds up paper
Straightens coat
Walks two blocks
To docks and boats
Drinks a bottle
Drinks two more
Ain’t no mind if his
Wife’s a whore
“Ain’t no heaven!
Ain’t no hell!”
Cries with sobbing
Eyes heavy swell
“Ain’t no heaven
Ain’t no hell. All
We have is what
We tell.”]]> Thu, 30 Jun 2011 11:53:13 -0700 Daniella Princess of Doom http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Tale_of_a_Night_Watch_Man/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Tale_of_a_Night_Watch_Man/ ]]> Mon, 27 Jun 2011 17:21:13 -0700 Satan's Menu http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Cereal/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Cereal/