Very Bad Poetry

Throw myself from the rooftop, tie a rope round my neck and jump,
Slit my wrists and watch the blood pump,
That’d show them, that’d show them. Too scared.

I want to smash something, anything, but everything’s so precious,
I squash a moth and I don’t feel better,
Fucking parents house, parents possessions!
If it weren’t payed for by fucking parents there’d be no question.

Throw myself from the rooftop, tie a rope round my neck and jump,
Slit my wrists and watch the awful blood pump,
That’d show them, that’d fucking show the bastards. Too scared.

You think I give a shit about that little wanker? Who cares?
He was kissing you! Of course I was going to be fucking rude, stands to reason,
How could this have happened? Perfectly and exactly realised my fears.
I don’t believe this shit, he’s definitely not the fucking victim!

Throw myself from the rooftop, tie a rope round my neck and jump,
Slit my wrists and watch the disgusting blood pump,
That’d show them, who’d they fuck with now? Who’s the fucking victim now? Too scared. Far too scared.

Jamie Scott has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jamie's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jamie's latest works: