Check out the opening lines of Gore's craptastic, overcooked poem. It's as bad as anything written by self-absorbed adolescents with delusions of profundity. I cannot stop laughing! Life Imitates The Onion again:
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sunVapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
It's time for a good old-fashioned poetry slam!
2 comments:
I think there must be a typo there, Minerva.
Gore is writing what I believe is "ego-poetry."
Heehee! Great point.
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