Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XX
That's right, kiddies. It's the return of the bad poetry.
This one is really, really embarrassing. I hope you appreciate my humbling myself for you. You know, all three of you who dig the bad poetry.
There was a time in the young cavefish's life where she was very upset about the injustices of the world. She wanted to change it. How, you ask? By writing really bad poetry about things she knew absolutely nothing about from her cushy little suburban life. It's worth mentioning that I wrote this while carrying around a can of Aqua Net on my person AT ALL TIMES.
Before our eyes, Mother Earth is crying
her tears are acid rain
everything she's given us is dying.
Man has walked into her virgin forests
and raped them of all life.
Before our eyes, humanity's declining
money is now God
we watch the knots of brotherhood unwinding.
Man has taken all our children's dreams
and given them a life of nightmares.
Beyond our vision, God is watching all
Seeing his perfection lose its beauty
Seeing his creation slowly fall.
Here's Volume XIX.
