Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Fate #3

Fate #3
By Nancy

Sometimes you can’t control
What happens
Fate can really fuck you
If growing your hair long
And running around like a
Makes you feel good inside
Then do it!
You never know when the
Next disgruntal postage
Employee will strike.

Nancy had a habit of calling poems "Fate" as you can see. They were always dark and rather bitter. So you could say her poems were like chocolate. It would be wrong, but you could say it. Obviously, the best part is the surreal line breaks which would create a rather disturbing rhythm if anybody would bother to read it like that.
I don't think the all caps was done on purpose, but I do feel the poem works best if it's shouted so that's how you should read it.


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