Poetry Audition
Present to me your worse works
Your three legged dogs
Chained to a rusted Subaru
In an otherwise vacant junkyard
Make sure it is a rainy day
Full of golf ball sized hail
Smashing car windshields
With as little care as
A prostitute saying yes
Give me images trite
Like electric rainbows
Or sun beams from heaven
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy
Girl is strict neo con feminist
Boy is homosexual flaming flamingo pink
Married to make parents happy
Lived happily ever after
With fourteen children
Who says you can't change?
Why wouldn't I present my worse work?
My tear stained Big Mac wrappers
With scribble jotted by a straw
Using ketchup as ink
Best poem I ever wrote
Until my dog licked it up
Please don't rhyme that takes talent
Sonnets have been slain
The Knight of Free Verse
Bashed it's skull with his mace
So hard that the head was decapitated
It rolled down blue berry hill
To the witches' coven
As the head bounced
Plopping into the stew of evil brew
Aunt Agnes dressed in black
Softly remarks
"Last time I'll ever drink this stuff"
As you guessed
A dog howls at the moon
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