It can't be helped. After all, that is part of what we do here at Darkwater Syndicate. We really like bad poetry, and do try hard to produce the very best of the very worst. Sometimes we fail miserably and produce some good poetry. We don't necessarily call it "good", we just call it bad at being bad. Rest assured, though, as instances of this are few and far between. It brings us great pride to say that rarely do we fail at our mission of creating awful poetry.
So now, without further ado, it is our dubious pleasure to bring you the first of our two intentionally awful poems, which we call: Poker Buddies.
a couple of rounds of poker:
the doctor, the lawyer, green grocer Sawyer
and the insurance broker.
"One of us is a snake," Sawyer said, mouth agape.
The others looked on with blank faces.
Sawyer said, "I quit! I'm through with this s**t!"
For he had in his hand five aces.
Next we bring you: Unscheduled Dentistry.
"I'll do anything to appease ya."
That's what she said as she swung for his head.
"Except I got no anesthesia."