Bad Poetry Thursday: It’s Country Music Time!

After I posted my bad poem from college, my friend Jonathan texted me to tell me that poem hit an all-time low of horribleness. I believe what he said was, “Your bad poetry is really, profoundly, bad today.” I stifled a “fuck you” and told him that if you read the poem slam-poetry style, then it’s a little better. Or possibly worse. (Go ahead, try it. I’ll be here when you get back.)

Anyhow, that got me thinking that my bad poems could be used in other ways than me (and Jonathan) ridiculing them. Music lyrics, for instance. Country music even. Brilliant. I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this sooner. So I tweaked the words and turned this bad poem into a country song. Unfortunately for you me, the bad poem wasn’t quite long enough for a full song so I had to add some more content—from another bad poem.*

So, just for you, here are the completed (bad) lyrics:

He Did Not Say Good-bye: A Country Song

He passes by my doorway
 not even bothering to say “Hello.”
So many times I ask myself
 where did our love go?
He captured my heart
, and he led me on.
He stole my feelings,
 and now he's gone.

He ran off with another love 
and left me here to cry.
He ran off with another love
, and he left my heart to die.
He ran off with another love
. He did not say, “Good-bye.”
He did not say, “Good-bye.”

He said it would last forever
 and then he walked away.
So many times I tell myself,
 there’s so much he forgot to say.
He forgot to say, “I love you.” He forgot to say he cared.
He neglected all emotions—all the feelings that we shared.

He ran off with another love 
and left me here to cry.
He ran off with another love
, and he left my heart to die.
He ran off with another love
. He did not say, “Good-bye.”
He did not say, “Good-bye.”

I stand and cry as he walks away, never to come back.
Thinking of the emotions in the heart that he lacks.
I guess it must have been pretend, but I never thought that it would end.
Don’t leave me here all alone—no place to go.

He ran off with another love 
and left me here to cry.
He ran off with another love,
 and he left my heart to die.
He ran off with another love
. He did not say, “Good-bye.”
He did not say, “Good-bye.”

Naturally, once I had “lyrics” written, I had to put them to music. Or rather, I had to have Dan put them to music. And he had to sing too because my singing voice is legendary for killing animals and small children. So then it became a gay country music song. Which I really kinda love because I don’t think there are enough of those out there.

And here, my friends, is that song. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever.

* This bad poem was written about the same time as the other one so it’s pretty safe to assume I wrote it about Brian as well. Although it *was* Junior High, so it’s entirely possible that someone else had broken my heart within that same month. Or week.

I stand and cry as you walk away,
  never to come back.
Thinking of the emotions in the heart 
  that you lack.
I guess it must have been pretend, 
  but I never thought
   that it would end.
Don't leave me here all alone, 
  no place to go, no real home.
I will sit down and cry right now, 
  but I will get you back 
   someday, somehow.