The Poetry Thread

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Back in my days in the conventional workforce I often wrote free verse as an outlet for my anger and frustration.



oh look
it's the operations manager
and the general manager
and the human resources manager
and the distribution manager
and the warehouse supervisor
all in the conference room

such a small room
to have so many important people gathered
gee i hope a bomb doesn't go off in there
 
I wrote a ton of poetry (I'd cringe if I saw it now) when I was 16-22.

If I write any poetry at my age please someone shoot me in the back of the head. Writing lyrics was always my least favorite part of songwriting.
 
Mudcat
Back in my days in the conventional workforce I often wrote free verse as an outlet for my anger and frustration.



oh look
it's the operations manager
and the general manager
and the human resources manager
and the distribution manager
and the warehouse supervisor
all in the conference room

such a small room
to have so many important people gathered
gee i hope a bomb doesn't go off in there
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Reminds me of a short story by Peter Handke. Looking quickly at his Wiki entry, the English title is "Welcoming the Supervisor". I think you would enjoy Handke a great deal Mudday. The guy has a mustache.
 
I got this thing in this head
glowin red shit don't go right
Bitch said it right, she was tight, said I might
then it went dead

weeks went by
time, necessary thing I guess

look back, feel dead, get back up
feel like u played catch up

u threw up, cause ya drank til ya fell
then u just felt old
old, gold, what's the difference, when u feel indefference....

money then honey so they say, maybe that's the past, why not try again anyway
winds blow hard whats it matter
get to feel good
as u keep gettin fatter

so who you confess to
profess to
when it's all on the line

but

who said it's on the line
you just felt drama
u must have been a farma
in a past life (make animals your life)

wednesday rhyme gets lame
when u just feel lame

or just comfortable
 
Poem for a wintry Thursday morn


smell my farts
smell my farts
smella, smella, smella
smell my farts
 
Now listen you guys know I get a lot of gas so much so that some days I have to stay indoors and make sure I don't light anything.

I really don't appreciate you dancing around it to be honest.

It's OK though, I love you.
 
Couplets About This Morning's Stand-Up Meeting With The B2B Team

Watch me nod, nod, nod, nod, nod, nod
So I'm an insensitive clod

Sorry I can't even pretend to care
But it looks as though y'all dressed on a dare
 
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cooked carrots

- on their own -

are tasteless, soft sticks of sadness
 
Here's a link to my favorite poem written by my old friend and partner-in-crime in Toronto. I would paste the text in here but I fear Gamelive's skill at ranking high in Google.

Starts with "The kids..." : http://bit.ly/iei34Y
 
Matty
Here's a link to my favorite poem written by my old friend and partner-in-crime in Toronto. I would paste the text in here but I fear Gamelive's skill at ranking high in Google.

Starts with "The kids..." : http://bit.ly/iei34Y
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Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage
 
Internet Explorer is adorable
 
Matty
Seven.
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Eight. Last one was mine. Actually, most of them were mine.

Why aren't you guys clicking the link? It's good.

Poeses.
 
I'm decent. I like 9-ball.

reno_cool is probably slightly better than me.

:mudcat:
 
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