Here is a poem that I wrote (it isn't a very good poem in the sense of structure and formalities, but it rhymes for the most part and is entirely accurate of what was happening in my life as i wrote it).

I hope you all enjoy it.

Title: Poem (with editorial)

(during my stint at University)

what the fuc_k am i doing here

makes me want to drink a beer

in many ways

this worlds a maze

a drunken haze

a college faze

burn a bridge with a friend

glad to see another end

light me up another bowl

dig myself another hole

fail to reach a long term goal

all this shit takes its toll

wait to get my life in line

tell myself it'll all be fine

finish off all the wine

fuc_k you this life is mine

hiding from the man above

looking for a thing called love

wait for times to be amused

self inflicted I’m abused

a social outcast I’m accused

all these thoughts I’m confused

a year has past, I add to poem

a full semester I lived at home

looking back on hind sight

gained perspective has come to light

my past doings now made right

my future current seems so bright

still looking for a pretty dame

to accompany me to certain fame

an adequate mate to play the game

but first dates however, seem so lame

Perceived I thought that I had fell

my mind escaped from certain hel_l

my thoughts have changed I’m doing well

I’ve lifted off the evil spell

I’ll let you know of my case

My life slowed to steady pace

But branches reach from the vase

Represents with elegant grace

the future recent now come clear

from the fog of pot and rotten beer

ignoring criticisms from my peer

self consciousness thought now held dear

my phone list has become so small

who the fuc_k was I going to call

one made connection I could fall

no longer worried I witness all

no sense now in looking back

ignore my friends lost on crack

on my own from the pack

my one regret, a friend named Zach (my friend lost on crack)

looking out for number one

haven’t left behind the fun

prepping now to clean my gun

try and guess the screwball pun

ideas and views making way

for clear thoughts in what I say

popular opinion seems so gray

these views are mine take what you may

These random thoughts they come from me

Take them as they’re meant to be

My life has bits for all to see

Mentally though, I’m set free

So fuc_k you all who don’t agree

My smile now expresses glee

The proper way for this to end

The only thing that I can lend

Skeptically now I will tend

I extend my hand as a friend

Day has past, I add to poem

Dirty deeds, not done at home

I guess all roads lead to Rome

Back again my mouth has foam

Cutie girl happy interrupted

Made me feel all too corrupted

Cant say what part of me erupted

Wish for things with smirky grin

Indulging in the protestant sin

No matter about where she’d been

My God I deem she is a ten

(during the writing of this poem this happened to me, then I went back to the computer and wrote about it)

another disturbance in the kitchen

Shattered glass that isn’t fiction

Would this mean sure eviction?

Subconsciously was it self infliction?

Opened the door for a peek

In the dark, my eyes did seek

Nothing comes of audible creak

A possible encounter won’t be weak

Back at desk I load my gun

These situations I don’t judge fun

Don’t think to turn or try and run

I’m ready now we just begun

Sweep the area from left to right

Accepting now a ready fight

Equipped to lay down awesome might

Can’t find the switch meant for light

A sudden moment of realization

Paranoid bouts of overreaction

Readiness makes satisfaction

Between the times of relaxation

so there it is, my poem, which if you steal and make money off of then I will sue your ass because we will open up bedlam and the judge will see that i wrote it first.

I've always liked limericks, I got second place in a competition with this one.

A young lad went off to Krung Tep

And stumbled upon the first step

He ended up wedded

To the first lass he bedded

No wonder it has a bad rep.

It sounds more like 'rap' to me! (that's not rhyming slang!!!)

I've always liked limericks, I got second place in a competition with this one.

A young lad went off to Krung Tep

And stumbled upon the first step

He ended up wedded

To the first lass he bedded

No wonder it has a bad rep.

that limerick has got to be about me. Dead on.

Pausing to double check we are in Bedlam before posting.

'<deleted> You!' she said, and then saw red

when he when out and found instead

a lady who he took to tea who later said '..oh yes, <deleted> me!'

Pausing to double check we are in Bedlam before posting.

'<deleted> You!' she said, and then saw red

when he when out and found instead

a lady who he took to tea who later said '..oh yes, <deleted> me!'

i don't believe you are cuban

i don't doubt you are urban

your poem speaks of tea

cigars it should be

and certainly not a turban.

British you are

i've figured this far

your poem don't make sense

your mind is a fence

try coming up to par

Once upon a time there was a lovely little sausage called Baldrick and he lived happily ever after. The End.

Is that what they call Free Verse Thad?

And no jokes about no one would pay for it anyway please.

While not one of my own I am fond of a fine piece of poetry from the movie "Idiot Box":

"You are an idiot, You are a bitch, You shit me to tears, ...I'm goin' down the pub." (Mick - Idiot Box)

Really quite moving in its own way

...and certainly not a turban.

Fantástico

Once upon a time there was a lovely little sausage called Baldrick and he lived happily ever after. The End.

I thought it was a turnip called Baldrick.

Nope, the turnip was his retirement nestegg.

Congrats on finding Bedlam so quickly btw.

I thought it was a turnip called Baldrick.

With the slide of the markets I doubt I will ever have a turnip of my very own...

Indeed - welcome to Bedlam

Nope, the turnip was his retirement nestegg.

Congrats on finding Bedlam so quickly btw.

I s'pose that I should whip up a quick poem when I can. I think that it will be inspired on the on-going battle between posting TV and actually doing some work .