Worst poem ever of the day week



Might quit

what’s not any kind

of business. Cowboys,


Cowgirls! rein yr high

-strung horses

in, loose syllables. I


have a family

that can’t depend on me.




My last poem will look something like this,

but lean; a withering away

of the Self;



not this kind of rubbish.


2 thoughts to “Worst poem ever of the day week”

  1. thank you , John. Not my worst.
    the title was supposed to have a line scored across the words Ever and Day, btw; it’s as if the writer, reconsidering, ruled out Ever as too harsh, and Day as too soft. So it’s the worst poem of the week.

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