SUCKY POETS SOCIETY

how would i know
that the road less traveled
would have a dead end
and the last corner turned
along the only remaining footmarks
would be my final fuck-up

i pondered deep
on my possible pasts
for my present lay stretched
far and wide
i sketched my future
before i got there
how would i know
the most precise of my sketches
would be my final fuck-up

i re-sketched my past
to amend my future
doing this i thought
was wise of me indeed
how would i know
my imperfection of this art
would be my final fuck-up

the signs along the road
warned me of danger
but i kept my faith
in the footmarks that led me
how would i know
(when i was) back in the present
the footmarks i was following
were none but my own

the end of the road
that lay ahead
was nothing but
the end of time
and for me perhaps
the end of existense
how would i know
the perfection of time
would be my final fuck-up

standing now
at the edge of the world
too afraid
to look down below
how would i know
once i arrived here
the past i would now choose
would be my final fuck-up

captain boolsheet 

here comes the turn

burn baby burn

there’s a new fern

learn baby learn

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first SPS poem, composed by ayerhs 

sucky poets society  is a forum where you can put forward your poems that suck

being a member does not mean you are a sucky poet

it just means you are capable of writing poems that suck

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rules:

all members must write poems, any kind
poems may not be in verse, and must be original

poems must not necessarily suck, all members are encouraged to put forward good poems also
all circulated poems must be appreciated by members other than the author, if possible praised

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membership is open to everyone

important note: do not forget to appreciate the efforts of others