We're poets...and don't we know it!

Guys! Guys! Guys! Any poets here at the GWC? I’m more like a wannna-be poet,b ecause I suck,but I thought ti would be fun to maybe go around and type poetry lolI. 'll start just to show how bad it can be :smiley:

Mr Stranger

They stand there
Out in the corner of no and where
Mr. John Doe has got a hidden Gun
But worry not
This tale is far from done

The sweetheart has a knife in the old man’ s back
She knows she will go to hell
No one sees, but Mr. Stranger
But he will never tell

The redeemer wanted to be redeemed
Until he realized Mr. Stranger was not who he seemed
The scientist thinks of idealist things
Illogical, unapproved little screams
The Artist loves Destruction
And the man on top wants a pay reduction

The doctor wants to kill
The greedy man speaks on the sweetheart’s behalf
If the murderer can save the preacher, he surely will

They stand there
Out in the corner of no and where
John Doe has got a hidden gun
But don’t worry this tale is far from done

Mr. Stranger knows it all
Mr. Stranger sees it all
Will he save them?
Or let them fall?

I apologize…you people deserve better then this lol :D. So, share your poetry woot woot

A scientist once hailed from Aerelon,
who decided to grow out his hair long.
Though it started out sparse,
it soon covered his arse.
Something he’ll do again before erelong.

Larry the cylon
He’s out to kill some meatbags.
But some young punk named babydama
Come up and hit him with a pipe
That aint right yo. That aint right.

Larry the cylon
He follows orders By Your Command
But Husker does damage on his crome
Just buffed up by a Six.
That aint right yo. That aint right.

I already posted this in Larry’s World. So shoot me, meatbag!