Bad Poety Alien (poem #10) ego stroking poem

poem #10
ego stroking poem

this poem is good
'cause I said so
listen to it..
while I run my mouth

there are no fancy words or 50 dollar sentences
I aint all learned up
but I write up some tasty poems
so listen up
'cause this is over..
and it was brilliant

(I've been slaving over a hot pad of paper all day.. so appreciate)

Bad Poety Alien (poem #9) 2006

poem #9

..in a long line
I don't have the time..
to find the time
to write poem #9

it's a crime
I feel like slime..
but, I can't write 9
up in this bitch

Bad Poety Alien (poem #7) profanity..

poem #7
profanity

dang...

I'm through with swearing..

dang..
and with the word "dude"..
unless it's to say something good with the word "dude" in it

dang.. dang it.

I like swearing..
dang..

I can't give it up

Bad Poety Alien (poem #6) real poems

poem #6
real poetry up in here

I once knew a dog named Jasper Jefferson Richard-Williams Franklin

he was cute
with a built in cupcake ear on his head
what a cute dog..

once he caught a frisbee right in his chompers and delivered it back to my awaiting arms..

he found a dead fish and rolled in it for hours..
I had to give him a bath

it was never the same after that

Bad Poety Alien (poem #5) bipolar poem

poem #5
bipolar poem..

I FEEL GREAT!!

now, I'm sad
oh, I'm happy again

wait.. I'm sad

damnit..
pass me the Lithium and cough syrup


(poem property of Bad Poety Alien 2006)

Bad Poety Alien (poem #3... angry poem #1)

poem #3
(angry poem #1)

critics.. critics
film critics
drinking whiskey
hanging out at the zoo
right next to the elephant exhibit..
eating popcorn and peanuts meant for the elephants

you greedy film critic bastards..

CHOKE ON IT!

Bad Poety Alien (poem #2 and a half)

Poem 2.5
ode to the ultimate grasshopper in Reith Road's big bowl

why do you cling to the cement?

how high can you hop?
or do you prefer to call it jump?
I want to be politically correct and not offend you

Bad Poety Alien (poem #2)

poem #2
ode to an airplane pilot

I have drank from the wine glass of life
even during commercial breaks in a house with moss and spiders on the roof

the antennae... bent over in despair from a recent hailstorm
a storm that was mighty from the south and east

A CROW CAWS IN THE DISTANCE... far away

I have eaten some macaroni and cheese from a tupperware container of life

.. it was microwavable

Bad Poety Alien (poem #1)

slam poem #1
scattered thoughts of a squirrel


have you drank from the bird feeder in the garden?

the mysterious man in the green hat walks into the horizon

the man has a bb gun

WATCH OUT SQUIRREL!
so brave, for your life

for the life of a crippled squirrel is a sad one

Bad Poety Alien (side poem)

dumb random thought slam poem


damnit... another flat tire..
stranded again..

I see a seagull in the distance trying to eat a cigarette butt

I must have ran over a nail.. or a screw
who cares.. I'm stuck

good thing I have a bag a Cheetos in my car
'cause I'm hungry

Bad Poety Alien (you love his slam poetry)

copyright BAD POETY ALIEN 2006

slam poem # negative 1

I remember my first tooth lost

underneath the pillow it went and a shiny quarter took it's place in the morning light..

I ate some sugary cereal..
I think it was Corn Pops or maybe Lucky Charms..

School was interesting
A black and white movie soundtrack played in the background

WAIT!! the cereal was Cookie Crisp..

it was tasty

found them! Bad Poety Alien's slam poetry (2006)

Bad Poety Alien swoops down out and unmercifully releases his terrible slam poetry on a helplessly captive audience.

He loves it!


poem #0
Choke poem (this is a stand by poem)

I have lost my words..
wait.. no wait
they are gone.. evaporated
in the sunlight, leaving me without word and thoughts

some of them have reasons
you're damn right!

I have my voice..
No! it is lost

I want a soft taco with mild sauce

Bad Poety Alien

Bad Poety Alien is a crazed character from around 2006

He swoops out of the sky in his flying saucer and recites really bad slam poetry on his unwilling audiences everywhere.



I have all his poems in a sketchbook somewhere around here and I'm determined to find them this week.. get ready for the onslaught.