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"Bargain?"

Bargain? - You only get what you pay for
Two poems for the Price of One

Bargain

Pennies make Pounds,
Pounds make more,
Spending money I am Renowned,
My wallet admits he’s sore,

I’ve always had an eye for a bargain,
First in the queue for a deal,
I’m always routing through the bargain bin,
To try and find a steal,

Saving Money has its drawbacks,
Because you always get back change,
Which allows me to buy more knick knacks,
So now I have more junk to arrange.

You only get what you pay for

Sitting upon a shelve one day,
Was a digital camera on display,
Twenty pounds seemed such a snip,
Twenty Pounds - cheap as chips,
Handing over my hard earned cash,
The till assistant starts to laugh,
Got it home, broke the seal;
at twenty pounds was it a steel?

Took some pictures of my cat,
Filmed some mpegs of my rat,
USB lead in each hole,
Upload my media, good times roll?

To my horror I had found,
The pictures reflect on Twenty pound,
Pixilated, a load of Cack,
if wanted my money back -

Demanded a refund right away,
He pointed to a sign on display,
No Refunds - that’s our law
You only get what you pay for.

Discodexy

Genius

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my head.
It wounds me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In numbness I beg forgiveness
while nothingness looms.
Now alone, my supplication falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my salvation

Goatboy wrote:
> You'll be popular if you write something goth and
> "meaningful" about feeling tortured by the world.

This gave me a chuckle. Especially as the results are often better that some of the s**** I've read on these forums.

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Hatred Swells
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the god for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by your obsession.
all hope must end.

your passion throbs no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

You'll be popular if you write something goth and "meaningful" about feeling tortured by the world.
Or a short story that involves one or all of the following:
Zombies.
Monsters
Murder
Gore
Time Travel
Twist-Endings that suck

If you don't feel up to fiction, then you can always post about how you feel confused about the world/worried about a career/being suicidal/being shy and possibly never ever having sex with anyone.
Welcome to Life forum.

DiscoDexy wrote:
> USB lead in each hole,


. . . . Sounds electrifying

DiscoDexy wrote:
> Sitting upon a shelve one day,


Oh dear. My suggestion is never to write any more poetry in your entire life.

Some Apples are good
Some Apples are bad
But what I really think
is Apples are a fad

They hang on trees
until they fall off
if they hit your head
you might just cough
and maybe go to the hospital

Yes. It sounds nothing short of legendary.

I expect that, because SHEEPY's so hip, when he said "bad", he actually meant "good".

SHEEPY wrote:
> Almost as bad as my brother's 'Apple Rap' that he wrote when he was
> 6.

I wish to read this.

It was pretty bad I'm afraid.

Almost as bad as my brother's 'Apple Rap' that he wrote when he was 6.

Rubbish.

And I'm not apologising for your lack of talent for poetry either.