Bad Poetry Jesus
 

Mr. Lyndon makes his rounds on the circuit of his dream
Atop a mounted wooden flat
in front of all those he envied before

He works as an ASSistant Principle
Nobody likes to listen to the ASS
Nobody heeds the advice of the ASS
Guess he's gonna eat worms

after his overwieght mate goes to bed
he sits in a desk
to small for him
and writes the epitimy of bad poetry
savior of obvious rhymes
he bleeds the woes of angstful teenagers
and longing for a bohemian epiphany

"My eyes cry in the dark
because I followed the love-like lark"
He writes,
his #2 Pencil ejaculating onto his college ruled paper

He envisions black necked poetry goddesses
snapping at his works
"He's the next Warhol!"
They'll cry, tears streaming in a
tragically hip happiness

Months of confidence collide into one moment
he stands on the stage
sweaty palm, wedgie and itchy balls
he ignores them all
in favor, of the open mike

The crowd welcomes him,
The Bad Poetry Jesus

i'm in love with you

that kinda reminds me of one of the security guards and one of the assisstant principles at my school. i like it.

Wow. The sweet angst. Great writing, more more!

This was actually kinda based on a Charector from the "Gloomcookie" line of Books, but not really. It reminds me of some girls from my high school who announced themselves as Bleeding Poets because they ryhmed "love" and "dove" ect.

not bad, keep it coming

lol...setting fear in to the hearts of those who would use cliche. A most valuable service, and a great image as well.

Ah, great stuff. I love it.