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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