Welcome to open mic night, please feel free to get up and read a poem. The best poem wins a mug like this:
Submit you're poems by e-mailing them to me. Of course, they won't be as good as mine, but you can always try, can't you. It's healthy to have ambitions.
The Grim Fandango - Olivia
We once were all so beautiful
But now we're rotting away
And as I dance this Grim Fandango
I hear the dead players play
The clicking of bone against bone
Gnaws away at my sanity
But while I'm dancing the Grim Fandango
The living are living in fantasy
Please send more poems, or this page will be very bare, and you wouldn't want that now, would you?
