bad poetry #54 – signed, ammt


#54 – this was meant to be funny

i have this feeling
that i should write something happier
less melancholy, less tragedy
tinging every word
how? humor is dry these days
everyone’s jokes are self-deprecation
and everyone laughs because they feel
the same way
it’s all…hollow and
morbid how we all laugh the pain away
except it never really goes
it just stays and
none of us have medication
to numb the pain and
fill our heads with chemicals
that won’t make us crave an end
make us laugh at something
other than dumb jokes interchangeable
with unaddressed death
maybe one day
we’ll be able to laugh at something
other than
the scars under our eyelids

#53 – parasitism, contrary to belief, does apply to people

those people, like leeches
just with a bit more charisma, ha!
charisma? no — that’s naivety
mixed with misplaced confidence
that they walk with walls of effrontery
and rather than knocking down
mountains with each step,
they inconvenience anthills

those people, like leeches
that feed off of pain
thinking they’re healing
when they’re pouring salt
in fresh wounds
there’s a reason people cover their scars
so those people, like leeches,
don’t poke and prod with
sharp, jagged nails
or rough, nosy fingers
it’s none. of. your. business.

those people, like leeches
that lazily feed off others’ work
claims it as their own
they don’t do anything else
but convince you that they
did anything else besides
get lazily drunk on the
fruits of other people’s loins

those people, like leeches
will gladly drain your blood
to feed the already satiated earth
if it meant
the earth gives them false praise
you can’t give in to leeches
unless you want to be devoured