Here's my preliminary draft of my poem due in four hours:
Last night stall three was just like me,
Half full of vomit, blood, and pee.
I really think it combines the idea of vomiting in a bathroom stall with the idea of throwing other bodily fluids into the mix.
I welcome critical analysis.
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Poetry's failing in our age
Is the failure to put in a cage
The emo kiddies pen et paper,
As they they scream, crying, "hater!"
The irony is, I must confess
I am emo. But I suggest
My poetry's high standards
Rise above the emo band panders.
(panders is a real word)
ahhh! that line should be "as they scream, crying, "hater!" I left an extra "they"
Because I know nothing about poetry, I spent all day writing a poem that wasn't in the right meter, and now I have a great poem that is not in the right format the day before the deadline.
I blame emo kids.
*Gives thumbs up and smiles*
IT STINKS
-Brad
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