I found this in the restroom at Starbucks this afternoon (click for larger version):
I’m leaning towards giving it a “Sucks” rating. What do you think?
I found this in the restroom at Starbucks this afternoon (click for larger version):
I’m leaning towards giving it a “Sucks” rating. What do you think?
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I wouldn’t say sucks. I just watched Bush’s “speech” from Potemkin Village, Louisiana. Now that sucked.
Can I choose a “pathetic” category right behind sucks?
Have a heart.
Grade on
a
curve.
Give the
Lost soul in
the Starbucks rest
room an inflated “love it.”
I’m with Joseph. When you’re writing bad sad poetry on the wall of the Starbucks bathroom, you need help.
If this were scrawled in drunken script on the wall at, say, Smith’s Olde Bar, I’d be more charitable.
I don’t know. I think found poetry of any kind is pretty awesome. The mere fact that it was created and then lost adds a heavy dose of pathos, even if the actual work is less than stellar.
For this one, the meter is non-existent and the structure best resembles a shopping list, but the intent is worthwhile. With any luck, the person sorted out their confusion through putting pen to paper, then realized they just didn’t need the poem … hence, poem left behind.
I’m leaning toward a rating of unsanitary.
Here I sit, broken hearted…
Why, then, the rating system? Seems like the person was planning to come back later and see if anyone had commented about the poem. Almost like blogging except… with a Starbucks restroom instead of a computer.
So was this thing like taped to the wall, or just left discarded on the floor … or worse. What kind of reviews would one expect to get from folks who are using the bathroom?
It’s written in Rambling Sucktameter.
Hahahahahaha, “Rambling Sucktameter”… Best thing I’ve heard all day.
It was wedged in between the wall and the handicapped railing.
I wouldn’t go fishing poetry out of the toilet, no matter how amusing it might be. (The poetry, not the act of me fishing it out. Gotta love misplaced modifiers. Or is that a dangling participle? Gah.)
Why did you type “found this” instead of “wrote this”? Why must you clutter up the blogosphere with lies? Be proud of your creative output.
Very funny, Tony. But I wrote better poetry than this when I was 14. And I would never put a question mark on a separate line.