Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade

Until I have a chance to write my own bad poetry, I shall entertain you with a choice selection from yesteryear. Ice, ice, baby, indeed.

"... Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly ..."

" ... Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom ..."

"... Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine ..."

"... Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet ..."

"... 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill ..."

"... If there was a problem, yo -- Ill solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it. ..."

1 comment:

al said...

Yuck. Even the Vogons wouldn't enjoy that. Bad Poetry indeed.