You knew what you were getting yourself into by coming here. Sure, you came looking for great stories and bad drawings, and we deliver on both counts. Every so often, though, we slip in some bad poetry. And we admit, it is bad.
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.
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.
At the end of the day they decided to play
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.
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.
That Sawyer is the last honest man on earth. To his credit, he walked away from the mother of all poker hands -- enough aces to trump even a royal flush.
Next we bring you: Unscheduled Dentistry.
Next we bring you: Unscheduled Dentistry.
Hammer in hand, she went at the man.
"I'll do anything to appease ya."
That's what she said as she swung for his head.
"Except I got no anesthesia."
"I'll do anything to appease ya."
That's what she said as she swung for his head.
"Except I got no anesthesia."
Interpret that as you will. Is our unnamed dentist protagonist a charitable yet misguided soul endeavoring to ease her patient's toothache pains? Or is something more sinister afoot here, such that her two lines of dialog are uttered in irony? One thing is for sure, this short poem says more with what it doesn't say.
Your thoughts?
Your thoughts?
