After so much exposure to poetry, Chad was prompted to try is own hand at writing a poem, which he sent to me immediately. I have to say that I hadn't laughed so hard in awhile and it just goes to show how much easily you can incorporate poetry into your life!
Public Transportation
A poem by Chad Wagstaff
A thorn in all of our sides,
that cantakerous wench finally got what was coming to her.
She wasn't one to waterboard,
she doused you with acid the second you stepped into earshot.
The caustic splash even caused bystanders to turn, and turn into stone.
Medusa's snakes hissing a hymn so foul and shrill,
it penetrated my plugged ears.
While dying, my heart still ached for those with open drums, withstanding the attack.
Yes that bitch finally got what was coming.
The shun and hang of a Salem witch.
A gangster's pistol whip.
The ultimate dose of her own medicine-
Besides that sure and secured fate in the bowels of hell,
She had to take the bus.
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