Bad Poem One
I am a well worn book with a tattered cover seeking a reader who will embrace me and love me despite my flaws.
My spine is bent and pealing, gaps showing cracked glue and unevenly tacked pages.
I have been tossed into a bin along with old westerns, space operas, and a few romance novels.
People pass by, scarcely glancing at me even though my wrinkled cover art depicts a large busted women in animal skin garments.