poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

the day was very backwards

Now I can never touch the bitch again.
I really don't blame her for leaving
And she cried and screamed with pain,
So I took her outside and beat her,
Overall she just didn't care.
She didn't care if my name was Keith,
She didn't care about my hair,
She didn't care about my teeth,
Or even that I smelled like a skunk,
It didn't matter that I hit her,
It didn't matter that I was drunk.
It didn't matter at the tattoo parlor,
Whether I was leader or the pawn,
And I bravely ventured on,
But she smiled as she spoke,
I am the only one who can cause the pain.
And now I find there is no one to blame,
Will I ever be the same?
I ask you once, I ask you twice,
A broken chin, only added to the pain.
With scraped up knees, and
Lying on a curb, in an alley
Somehow you found me,
Whether by luck of if by chime
I still don't quite understand.
The day was a strange one
I will tell you how it began
The day was very backwards

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