Bad Poetry Friday

Happy late Thanksgiving! Before you try and work off your third slice of pumpkin pie with some Black Friday shopping,  here is another bad poem.


Untitled (c. 1997)

What did Van Gogh know?
He never really fell in love
except for that whore
he cut his ear off for
I want something more
than a one time fling
I’d like to feel close to you
I’m always on the outside
looking in on your portrait.

This is a blatant rip-off of a Lisa Loeb/Jewel playlist I had going.

I knew nothing about Van Gogh except he was mentioned in a Lisa Loeb song.

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