Terrible poetry

Awful poetry from some time in the early 1990's. It's just really, really bad, and I wrote it. I should probably be embarrassed by its utter shittiness, but I have a strange affection for it, so I figured, hey, why not post it?

We can all have a hearty laugh as we simultaneously feel more than a little bit sorry for Patrick, circa 1992 (and maybe a bit sorry for the poor girl who was the object of his frustrated ardor).

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"Lady Fuck Me Around"

the smiling eyes of she who curses me with her laughter
damning me to a Hell of not being taken seriously
"tell me this my lovely lady-do you feel anything?"
and Lady FMA just smiles at my damned foolishness
she just laughs at my pain, she calls me paranoid
but I'm not
I know what is happening on dark lonely nights when the phone receiver
in my hand is warm and my fingers are sore from dialing but no answer
still- I know how the fear rises and blinds thought and chokes feeling
and I know Lady Fuck Me Around never fears- why would she
what does she know of dark lonely nights spent by telephones
what does she know of loneliness and pain
what does she know of fear

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Yeah, it's hard to understand why a girl would avoid such a weird, gloomy, stalkery guy like the one who wrote this poem.