I love listening to bad poetry
Especially yours
The way you enunciate
Like a bus with cut brake lines
Veering for the bay
Every consonant a street sign
Bowled over by your voice
I knew we shouldn’t’ve let the metaphors play in the street
I will cry for weeks
I love listening to bad poetry
Especially mine
When you read it
Like you just found out
That the king’s robes weren’t invisible
They weren’t there
That my words weren’t the truth
Just what my brain can bare
Let’s hang the tailors
Let’s feed the rumors
Let’s sell the kingdom to corporate
And reinvest the funds
Let’s write bad poetry
Get worse eternally
Let’s live life flowing free
And wish that it could be
Peter McGuire is a freshman English major at the University of Colorado.
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