Gmail just advertised this link to me: “New Bad Poems Daily – Be the first to read some of the worst poems ever written“.

I’m not sure what that says about my inbox. Is it meant to be a challenge? Is it a sad, sad assessment of my work?  (I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!)

Regardless, it seemed like the kind of thing Linebreak readers would appreciate. But click at your own risk: Links sometimes take you places you never thought  you’d go. 

Then again, while ESPN might be off course, I’m assuming that most of you are readers of Linebreak and, therefore, could be -coincidentally or consequently – on first-name basis with Irish whiskey-based drinks.

Call it even?

Craigslist needs your bad poems.  Craigslist needs your “Why doesn’t the quarterback/head cheerleader/quarterback and head cheerleader know my name?” poems.  Your “love” rhymes with “dove” poems.  Your “my anger is like a…” poems.

If you didn’t burn them or bury them in a chest on the beach, then bury the map to the chest on another part of the beach, may they find a home where the awkward turtle swims.

However, my coffee has not kicked in yet.  You get cartoons instead!

The picture should link back to its home, Toothpaste For Dinner.  If not, this was just another failed technological experiment– but you got some really awful open mic flashbacks out of the deal, right?  Here’s the link anyway: Toothpaste For Dinner.  Everybody wins!