Quickie
I was reading through some utterly dismal poetry recently, written a few years ago by a friend who shall remain unnamed. If you want to know the sort of thing I’m talking about, go onto a random MySpace profile and take a look at some of the terrible Emo poetry some people come up with*. In light of this, I wrote a poem of my own. Don’t lay into me about being hypocritical. It’s meant to be Ironic.
To Lie Upon the Bed One Maketh
Little Johnny, sitting bored
Decided he would open Word
And make a literary beast
On which his MySpace friends would feast.
To start off, Johnny thought, he would
Compare to blood all that he could
And use black, shady, darkened pictures
To show his sad internal fixtures
Eventually, his epic done,
He posted it, so he could stun
His friends with his imagination
And cure his dull web prose stagnation
But lo! What tragic fate occurred:
His Enemies had somehow heard
That he had posted sullen verses
Which were now prone to jaunts and curses.
You read my rhyme now head the warning:
Your published works are there for scorning
And if you have thoughts on the shelf
Please, just keep them to yourself.
*I feel I should mention that this is an extremely broad, sweeping statement. There are many good writers on MySpace, you just need to know where to look.
Sebastian de Fontaine, 7th Earl of Dundee:
The metaphors are lacking, and the transparency of your expression is dull, but despite that I feel that this is a somewhat worthy piece. The glimmer of light nested in its grimy bosom shows us that bad things can indeed be good, in some way.
2 December 2007, 9:25 pm