Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "Love Poem #91"

I love you
Like one million particles of love ions
charged with love

No Death.

I love you
Like the blood that runs in the rivers in a soft Hell
or the majesty of Africa

No Death.

I love you
And the love i feel is buoyant and strong
OUR BOND IS POWER

NO DEATH CAN STOP THIS LOVE OF OURS!

-Bad Poetry Guy

Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "Working the Night Shit"

Hello globe!
Am I asleep?
Is this dream?
Is this real?

Hello globe!
This is shit!
What is this?
Is this shit?

I hath shat my pant.

-Bad Poetry Guy

Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "The Cycle of Life"

The spider eats the fly,
but the fly doth not die.
The fly flied around
inside the belly of the spider
and it made the spider puke.

When the spider yakked,
the fly was back.
Back from the stomach of Tyrus the Spider.
Back from the dead.

The fly takes the to the hills.
Through the teachings of some rogue ants
the fly learns how to kills.
The ants say goodbye
and cry.

The fly leaves the crying ants
and returns to the party to dance
with Tyrus the Spider.
They go round and round and round again.
Until Potsy the Fly kills Tyrus dead.

Dead!

-Bad Poetry Guy

Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "Soggy Toast"

The rain felled down from the mountain top.
It went drippy drippy and it would not stop.

It hit some leaves on its way down.
And from there it sloshed into town.

While in town the rain drops flowed.
Until they hit a curb and explode.

The water, it goes into every home.
IT WILL NOT LEAVE THE PEOPLE ALONE.

It's only moments until the people understand.
This is not water, this is a man.

A dead dude, a spirit, a spectre, a ghost.
Some dead on your bread giving you soggy toast.

-Bad Poetry Guy

Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "Tingle Wings"

I see you down by the depot.
Oh no.
I'm just so far from you.
Coo coo.
I see you hold the hand of the man I can never be.
And I,
Cry.

But not for long, my sweet little girl.
I've got my tingle wings on
and I'm flying to you.

I see you looking at that Monet.
No way.
You are alone in the museum.
Ho hum.
I see you lurch forward and fall to your knees.
And I,
DIEEEEEEEEEEE.

I AM DEAD.
DEAD LIKE A THOUSAND ARMIES DEAD.

-Bad Poetry Guy

Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "The Morning Meadow"

In the morning meadow I will see your face.
It will be radiant and RADIANT.
I love you a million times each and everyday.
You are the power of joy!
OH BOY!

I have so much love to give to you my sweet.
You are the prettiest lady on my street.
IN THE MORNING MEADOW THE DEW IS STRONG.
YOU ARE THE POWER OF LOVE!
OH YEAH!

If we were vegtables we would be onions,
because you and me baby, we've got layers.
YOU ARE SECOND TO NONE-YUNS,
and my heart is beating fast.
OH YES!

In the morning meadow...

-Bad Poetry Guy