DatYuriThough wrote...
Yeah that's fine, please post them if you wish.
I treat them like the inner most thought of the writer posted in a beautiful and passionate way that is open for anyone to interpret them as they wish. That way almost anyone can enjoy them and debate the meaning of them.
Here is an example of what I wrote a few months ago. Same silly style as before:
1. This was a response on how I would write a disaster 'poem' which are usually in very bad taste. The disaster in question is the financial crisis which probably ruined more lives than any other disaster:
Everyday ought to pass
With a disaster poem written for laughs:
Oh beautiful bonds, beautiful interest free bank loans!
Alas, I have to moan and groan.
It was some time quite late
In the year 2008
When my bonds turned into junk
And the banks won't give me loans cause they've sunk.
Savings in bonds are destroyed!
Investors are more than annoyed!
Lives and livelihoods are ruined!
Families are reduced to eating gluten!
Children are asking in class
How did that come to pass?
On that subject can I say
That lots of debtors on one fine day
Decided that they couldn't pay.
The creditors and the banks went astray
And observers went, 'this is gay'.
The banks refused to give
Firms and companies can no longer live
The economy is now stagnant
Not a good time to get pregnant.
What should be done
After what has been said and done?
For starters,
if this advice doesn't go into the gutters,
Don't let the speculators anywhere near the market for goodness sake!
Why don't you create a distinction between retail and speculative investment and real investment, give or take?
Real investors won't buy up debt from people who don't pay back what they own!
That said, get Medusa to turn these defaulters into stone!
Now that this poem is done
Shall we go on and talk about 911?
2. This is my description of the glowering Saber who so happened to be dressed in a Santa costume with the Santa Hat from the 'Nasuverse' or TYPE-MOON.
Woman, you usually look so glum
If I prodded you, you'd bite off my thumb
Now seeing you with a gift.
All of sudden makes that thing in my pants lift.
Now seeing you with that smile.
Makes me think that you stopped drinking bile.
Isn't it a shame that I can't see your face?
Take off that hat, it's a disgrace!