Part of our threefold mission here at Darkwater Syndicate is to bring you bad poetry. Now, there's a lot of bad poetry out there, but much of it was composed with the intent that it be good. Our bad poetry comes into being with the purpose of being bad. The ironic thing is that intentionally bad poetry is deceptively hard to write.
Ordinarily we excel at writing bad poetry, but sometimes we fail miserably at it and turn up with something that is passable, or -- dare we say -- even good. Shudder!
It's our great pleasure now to present you with a selection of the very best of our very worst poetry.
The Man In The Pinstripe Pants -- A perennial favorite. This free verse composition tells the story of a man who has risen to the pinnacle of greatness. Standing at the top of his office tower, he toes the edge and wonders whether it all was worth it.
Thirst Of The Oceans -- Much as the ocean may love someone, it must always be alone else the love affair turn deadly. Of all her fish and of all her whales she is intimately aware, but no one consoles her sorrows.
Open Closed Spaces -- Just when you thought you had it all figured out, things never are as they seem to be. The longest way around is the quickest way back to where you started.
The Music Box -- An old widow reflects on the time she spent with her husband, all the while listening to the tune of a music box he offered her as a wedding gift. Be careful with this one, it's a tearjerker.
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