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ERGO for Lunch
Only for the rich is the main dish taken without necessary salt
A slimey bunch of fish roe eggs becomes they caviar again without much salt but the ergo was too much the half shells of the beast were soft and some say edible with crust of beast beside the napkin they must hide the ergo crawl away and hide they creep and slide and carry things. Crumbe frome the crumbe cake.
Slivers of the fat mans fingernails. Toe jam?
Bits of the paper chewed the pencil ends the hair from the bangled ends of hair she has her nerves to wear the things that fall from underneath a hat the things that come from nose beware of what the ergo eat they love the dark and dreary deep of dank decay they play with fossils there in lairs of mermaid cave aware they stink and smell like sex and sexy sweat. They love to love. ERGO for lunch.

]]> Mon, 7 Jul 2008 13:52:23 -0700 Charles Hice http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Ergo_for_Lunch/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Ergo_for_Lunch/ Objection your Honour!

To be considered Very Bad poetry,
works must first be considered poems.
Citation in article 303 section 47, para. 3
I object!

OverRuled.
In an effort to achieve notoriety the mediocre attempt to be truly dreadful.
Witness Big Brother.

How can a truly bad poem be found in amongst all the mediocre collection of oddities, weirdness, and attempts to be dreadful.

Some people try too hard.
Freedom of expression has been taken Too Far.

]]> Sun, 6 Jul 2008 05:32:32 -0700 red red http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Too_far/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Too_far/ seething, foaming
flying over the surging peaks
towards the horizon
colours streaking through the clouds

I see red
I see red, gilt edged, glowing red
Solid walls of bulbous cloud
rising from the flat horizon
underneath, the turgid ocean
still from a distance
but always moving,
an unstoppable force.

glowing red under the setting sun
]]> Sun, 6 Jul 2008 05:23:30 -0700 red red http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/red/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/red/ These musical notes
(you make my emotions, into)
I would spread them across your body…
Every inch of your skin.

I would caress
the half notes
And the syllables
Until nothing that lay between us
Was everyone else…
Nothing that separated our laughter
Was distance

Nothing that separated our emotions
Were words—

Nothing that separated our bodies
Except
The time
It would take
To find you
again.
]]> Sat, 5 Jul 2008 17:35:58 -0700 Violet Valencia http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Music/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/Music/
Remorse stealing my soul,
I'm afraid to move.
Afraid to think.
Afraid to exist.
It feels wrong.

I want to live,
But I can't.
Not without you.
Not without love.

I can, but I might as well kill myself.
I would not feel the pain.

A blade,
A bullet.
Neither would hurt me.
I would smile as I died.

Why are we different?
To accomodate for new others
Turns old friends against us.
Why bother with friendship,
As it breaks more often than mends.

I want to speak,
But I can't.
Not as insecure
As I am now.

A blade,
A bullet.
Neither would pain me.
I would kiss you as I bled. ]]> Sat, 5 Jul 2008 15:33:29 -0700 Amri Jaesal http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/A_Blade_a_Bullet/ http://www.verybadpoetry.com/poems/show/A_Blade_a_Bullet/