Black black black black black - even blacker!

[ciphergoth]

I am goth, hear me mope
With a black absence of hope
My soul's too pained to cope
Oh, woah woah woah woah woahpe

-- from reddragdiva's entry in the Bad Gothic Poetry Competition

"i'm afraid the dark torrents of eternal anguish and suffering which flow through the broken reaches of my lonesome soul prevent me from writing bad gothic poetry" - corsetboy

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[please-sir.livejournal.com]

I wrote a poem for the first time in ages the other day. Its not gothic I'm afraid, but I'll share it with you anyway. Someone I work with at Terrapin (shop in Luton) left recently. I don't know why (although I have some suspicions) but I sense some animosity there. The poem is basically speculation on why ey might have left- imagination is often much more interesting than truth, I find.

Jamie's gone, ey got the sack,
The boss caught Jamie smoking crack,
And having sex with prostitutes,
Whilst wearing thigh-high kinky boots,
In the clinic at Terrapin.
Ey wouldn't let the boss join in.