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Digging A Grave (Free verse) by Billy Biff-Chin
I'm digging my own grave Sorry if I'm beginning to rant and rave You just made me really sad Did you expect me to be glad? Yes, I am a little mad Because you lied to me And that made me feel really bad The dirt is flying behind me I'm trying to do the same with this bad memory The grave is taking out the sad My heart is soaking it up Like a stupid Fad I will now enter this grave Leaving the dirt up top I will now enter this grave Hoping all these mixed feelings will stop...

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Arithmetic Mean: 1.6
Weighted score: 4.59471
Overall Rank: 12567
Posted: February 4, 2004 3:23 AM PST; Last modified: February 4, 2004 3:23 AM PST
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[0] wFraser Allonby Q.C.w @ 195.157.153.253 | 4-Feb-04/3:40 AM | Reply
Just when you think that the dross posted on this site couldn't get any worse! Along comes Billy Biff-Chin (whoever he may be - what a stupid name!) and posts this utter garbage.

I suggest you add the following lines to the end of the first verse:

There's not much I can add
Except that my brother's name is Brad
We like to call him Brad the Cad
As he's been known to suck my chad
I always run to tell my dad
He says "Well, you're trouble, lad"
So I run off to my small pad
It's radical (or, as I say, "rad")
I've redecorated - well, just a tad
With a portrait of the Impaler, Vlad
I've only got one blue knee pad
I took it to the old launch pad
And ran into Juanita from Mossad
She suggested I use a mouse pad
For my other knee as they do in Riyadh
I confiscated her sketch pad
And placed a large newspaper ad
To find a woman, scantily clad,
To run off with to the capital of Chad
By the way, catch this: -0-
[0] zodiac @ 67.240.192.201 | 4-Feb-04/4:48 AM | Reply
-0- = poo on a stick.
[0] zodiac @ 67.240.192.201 > zodiac | 4-Feb-04/4:51 AM | Reply
A flying poo, head on.
[0] wFraser Allonby Q.C.w @ 195.157.153.253 > zodiac | 4-Feb-04/4:52 AM | Reply
Or a bird's eye view of a poo on a bicycle
[n/a] Lenore @ 64.252.108.73 > wFraser Allonby Q.C.w | 4-Feb-04/9:07 AM | Reply
Come on now, Billy's poems are great!



For me to poop on.
[n/a] Blindpoetry @ 68.106.171.15 | 4-Feb-04/3:52 PM | Reply
[n/a] Goad @ 217.226.26.209 | 4-Feb-04/4:00 PM | Reply
this is so not funny anymore. He's thirteen. Fuck off.
[5] Bachus @ 24.126.116.54 | 4-Feb-04/10:15 PM | Reply
I saw a cat burying a leroy at sanbox once, thankfully the boys father was a miner.
[3] NanceXToo @ 24.229.216.168 | 5-Feb-04/2:01 PM | Reply
the rhyme scheme is too forced and 'immature.' you expressed your sentiments just fine.
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