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Vogon Poetry - The Worst in The Universe Vogon Poetry is by far the worst in the universe. This forum includes all forms of literary creative expression. Please post ONLY your own work and try not to flame other users. Bad vogonesque poetry, is of course, still welcome here.

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Old 2008-10-26, 17:53
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My mind.
Default The Party Life

In the quiet hours of the night
You appear.
As my mind is trying hard to cope with the haziness I have foolishly (and shamelessly)
forced it to endure
You show up
Much to my dismay.

God damn it, I say.
Since when was it acceptable
For this to occur
For you to be here
After all that happened
Fuck off, you say
I have no appeasements

Fair enough.

The dark is young
And time is worn like a costume
Hard liquor is mixed in unacceptable proportions
And life is quite literally pissed away.

And later, much later
When the dark is gone
And light returns with normalcy
I wake up next to you
And shake my head
And sink my face into my palms
And sigh.

Then I kiss you
And ask if you wouldn't mind some coffee.
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Old 2008-10-26, 18:02
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Behind you. With a lead pipe.
Default Re: The Party Life

I like this, it's a good expression of struggle within the mind. I especially liked this part:

"God damn it, I say.
Since when was it acceptable
For this to occur
For you to be here
After all that happened
Fuck off, you say
I have no appeasements

Fair enough."

Top Score.
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Old 2008-10-26, 18:06
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Questions objections obtuse
Default Re: The Party Life

In the quiet hours of the morning
You disappear
As my mind is trying hard to cope with the
haziness I have foolishly (and shamelessly)
forced it to endure
You leave
Much to my benefit.

Thank God, I blow
Hedonistic acceptance
Self-destructive vegetative mania
After all that happened
My mind is still playing tricks on me

The dark is young
And time is worn like a costume
Hard liquor is mixed in unacceptable proportions
And life is quite literally pissed away.

Earlier, much earlier
Before the darkness came
While the light was still humming
As I awoke, I shook my head
My face buried in my palms
I asked
WTFBBQROFLSAUCE?



That was great...

Sorry for the defilement
 
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