Very Bad Poetry

Wake up, like a usually do
Munch some bran flakes
Then see them in my poo
Brush my teeth before a shower?
Definatley, you'll be be well satisfied
Thats clarified
Same debate every morning
Hurry up, showers pouring
Shampoo and conditioner?
I debate, as I rinse my face cleanser
Prance out of the cloudy room
School looms
Doorbell rings
It's the postman
Posting things
Why's he still standing there?
Maybe its a package
He stands with an intimidating air
I pull the door open
And from my monday debilitation
I am awoken
As in front of me, standing, bleeding
Is a decomposed man, wearing a hoodie
Staring at me, desiring for a feeding
The words Abercrombie and Fitch
Blood spattered, like a dead bitch
He snarls, with his rotten face
Bloody phlegm, hanging like a strawberry lace
I should probably shoot his head
inject it with lead
Standing in my undies
Bloody hell, Abercrombie zombie

Jack Bushell has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jack's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jack's latest works: