Short Worser Poems
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God Placed A Curse
So what could possibly be worser that worse,
And over entire countryside all of it disperse;
Started swerving;
Was unnerving;
On Trump family God had placed a curse.
Jim Horn
Circle ,circle, dot, dot
who hates me or love moe not,
tempting; the wrath of man
So long I've been captured in my corner,
and came full attack,
Like the Jabberwockee,
The gnarl or bite of my tongue;
Is surely worser than my bark
the worse it gets, it gets “worser”
a better death is a misnomer
those greedy fingers
and trespassing eyes
the passing of a plate of lies
the only thing that’s shared —
a shovel that heaps dirt
over the “loved one’s” hurt
7/26/2018
Do things get worse before they get better? I know, I know, I know....Things get worse, then worser still. You glimpse sunshine, but no, it’s just your medication. Then things get worse, worse, worser, worst, before finally leveling off. And that’s the new norm. And things are better, because they could be worse. And the answer is B. Detroit
The power to burn, this much may be true,
But tell me you know I could never hurt you.
Fire's not in my nature, it favours your name,
The stars have dictated that you are the flame.
I could be the worser, my sign is of air,
Changing, and fragile, and hard to ensnare.
But such things can change when these elements meet,
A fire with no air cannot generate heat.
If your headache is bad,
It's about to get worser.
The fun that you had
Is just a precursor...
To the fun you won't have
Once it's time to clock in.
There's no balm and no salve
That can quiet the din...
That clangs in your head
Once the work week's begun.
But at least you ain't dead,
And the man hasn't won.
So shake your fist and stick it to 'em.
Mondays, we all have to go through 'em.
When
the
angel
of mercy
spoke of Light and Love,
they not only failed to listen,
they invented a false symbol of pure evil, a
counterweight to the voice of Truth that gave credence to worser demons of their nature.
With dire consequence, a great many 'living hearts and hearthstones all over this broad land'
derive great meaning from this illusory figment...
In steadfast determination to prove it real.
Fn->spacebar lights my keyboard
So I can see the keys to score
Wanted placement in the game of poetry
Top links in line so I'm not ignored
Little mouse help route my cursor
So more corrections makes things less worser
Oh I miss my pen and eraser
And the days I was an ardent curser
But today I let the keys do the tapping
While my mind is set a rapping
And the computer seems to do more work
As I'm just here wide-awake napping