Pad Boem
Bad Poem
When everything is scrambled
And you don't know where anything is;
Fixing problems that resist getting fixed;
Hoisted away by the crane of listlessness;
And never seeing the overview.
Blind to redemption and forgiveness,
The critical eye watches and condemns...
It seems hopeless;
But you laugh when things are funny;
The more hopeless, the funnier.
How does one know when a poem is really bad?
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