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Bad, bad poetry

Started by the midnight watch baboon, December 12, 2006, 08:39:58 PM

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the midnight watch baboon

I have a penchant for writing utter shite, hope you've noticed. I particularly enjoy writing the occasional bad poem that a bored Richey Manics' fan would find fucking awful, such as:

INSIDE of me this pain exists
Attacking in tripartite lists
Comprising hate fear and anger
Three devils plotting in an aircraft hanger

I lay at night my heart pulsating
Lying there I’m ruminating
A thousand terrors fill my mind
God hide these evils! Make me blind!

Disordered brains need help to breathe
But I need someone, these ills to thieve
I break a bottle scratch some words
My broken skin spouts bloody curds

How many minds have I wasted this lifetime?
A million chances and now it’s knife time
A crimson sheet tells its own tale
I hope they find me before its stale

Farewell cruel World hello darkness
All’s left of me is a shredded shark mess
Wear black today but don’t spill  tears
As you didn't during my living years



Beat that!

weekender

A rare contribution to Up Your Arts
Which you haven't read, you bloody arse
Your poem was shit, I'll give you that
And you got the wrong thread, you stupid twat

Your contribution has only made me frown
My fucking thread is only six down
It makes me wonder why I give a fuck
I shall kill in Suff-olk

the midnight watch baboon

O fuck! O no! O despair!
I didn't scan the thread, you've got me there
May my anus heal over because of this mire
Than may I shit broken barbed wire

I'm had enough of this aching
My unemployment, my hand breaking
I'm gonna traipse down the stairs
And watch Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares.

Shoulders?-Stomach!

I hope you die a horrid death
Your transgressions now have gone too far
I've hooked you onto crystal meth
Your teeth are now all stained with tar
And the less said about your breath...

Jemble Fred

Fuck it, lock it,
Put the key in your pocket,
Jump onto a rocket,
And crash into the moon.

slim

Quote from: "weekender"A rare contribution to Up Your Arts
Haha! I love that thread. Bring back SG.