If so, you may just be an angst-ridden poet.
Whether or not you've actually written any poetry is completely irrelevant. All you have to do is write down some lines that express just what a horrifyingly tiresome ordeal your life is (they don't even have to rhyme. In fact, it's probably better if they don't) and *bingo*......you're officially an angsty modern poet.
To join simply send us a note with the subject "angst" and we'll add your name to our list of members.
To submit your angsty poetry send a note that includes a link to your brilliant new piece and we'll add it to our showcase of despondency.
Angsty President:
Angsty Vice-President:
The Angtiest Teenager In Hong Kong:
Angst-ridden members:
Mystery Dark Poet: Kirske Tor Daemonus.



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=hikaricloud: "god, are you actually Bush?
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Kneel Before Your God
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I ain't no showpiece!
I NEVER WAS!
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Support bacteria: it's the only culture most people have.
I hope this is a joke.
I pray this is a joke.
God fucking help us they are uniting.
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Support bacteria: it's the only culture most people have.
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"The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
"Rick's Teen Anguish Poem
(Bachelor Boys: The Young Ones Book, 1984)
oh god,
why
am I so much more sensitive than everybody else ?
why
do I feel things so much more acutely than them,
and understand so much more.
I bet I'm the first person who's ever felt as rotten as this.
could it be
that I'm going to grow up
to be a great poet and thinker, and all those other wankers in my
class are going to have to work in factories or go on the dole?
yes, I think it could."
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capitalism stole my virginity.
Piss.
Pisser.
Pissed.
Pissing.
Mmmmmmmm.....Piss.
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Instant Bastard...Just add booze...
Why must I continue living in this cesspit?
My cries are unanswered
As I pray to escape this world
And move on to other places.
The oceans streach to the horizon
My being part of the craft I steer.
Drifting towards immortality
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Instant Bastard...Just add booze...
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