Unsubtlety

is not subtle.

Bad Poetry Part Deux July 9, 2009

Filed under: bad poetry — unsubtlety @ 3:11 am

4. The Wind

The wind whispers
shhhhhhhhhhhh
Like I am some untrained child
Picking my nose and babbling
During the philharmonic concert.

5. My Adrenal Glands

My adrenal glands, they sit
hither on top of my kidneys.
My adrenal glands, they work
….. a little.
My adrenal glands, they are sad
because I have been drowning in stress for years.
My adrenal glands, they like yoga
specifically long back bends.
My adrenal glands, dear adrenal glands,
I hope we will be friends again,
because you two are pretty freaking essential for life.

6. Woodchuck

How much wood
could a woodchuck chuck
if chuck was even an appropriate verb to apply to wood?

 

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