Vogon Poetry Code

Computer program code, generally written by a person whos ego has the gravitational pull of the sun, that once read causes the reviewer to want to rip out their own insides.

A example of Vogon Poetry Code would be:

$id = 0;
while (!$id || mysql_error()) {

$id = rand(1, 10000000);

mysql_query("INSERT INTO `table` (id) VALUES ('".$id."'");
}

Poetry Slam

A public gathering where talentless liberals applaud each other’s verbal mutterings of whatever meaningless drivel they believe is poetry (virtually any thought they can croak into a microphone while feigning profound sincerity).

Jill: “Hey Jack, only $20 admission to the poetry slam tonight. Wanna go?”
Jack: “Anyone who pays admission for a circle-jerk is the one getting slammed.”

swash poetry

Low-brow rhymes, mostly dirty.

I wanna tickle your gherkin
With my bearskin merkin...

That’s some nasty swash poetry!

penis poetry day

April 4th
The day you write poetry about your penis. It can be a metaphorical penis.

Hey man it's time for penis poetry day! This year I'll talk about my tip through a thug shaker metaphor.

Poetry

friends for life, platonic wife

person 1: are we gay?
Person 2: friends for life, platonic wife. poetry

poetry

autism cope disorder

do you take drugs,

YESSSSSSS

i'm in love with the poetry
like a ballon that was been born with wheels
wheels, WHEEEEEELS, NOOOOOOOOO. I'm autistic

but, which drugs
ALL OF THEM

Poetry

I can't write anything but poetry. Throughout the day crying and pain turn into rhymes and elegant paragraphs instead of the reaching hands that they are. Open palms and spread out fingers awaiting another, to be held, pulled out. Hung over heads, with hair covering the eyes and red cheeks and noses. Poetry falls out when sorrows fly in and poetry soars with graceful wings as heart-aching stories and tales fall. After crying all night long you can't help but write poetry, it binds itself in your veins and curls around your bones, and shakes you sobs. But after all the books are full, the pens are out of ink, the pencil are too dull to sharpen poetry glues itself to you mind and drive you crazy through out the day. And after it all you can't write anything but poetry.

"God. I said vent to me. Not write poetry."