Is this the worst poem ever?
A Tragedy by Theophile Marzials
Death!
Plop.
The barges down in the river flop.
Flop, plop,
Above, beneath.
From the slimy branches the grey drips drop...
To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop...
And my head shrieks - "Stop"
And my heart shrieks - "Die."...
Ugh! yet I knew - I knew
If a woman is false can a friend by true?
It was only a lie from beginning to end--
My Devil - My "friend."...
So what do I care,
And my head is empty as air -
I can do,
I can dare
(Plop, plop
The barges flop
Drip, drop.)
I can dare, I can dare!
And let myself all run away with my head
And stop.
Drop
Dead.
Plop, flop,
Plop.
𝓟𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. |