Very Bad Poetry

when i put my arms around,
i keep falling down,
i said my goodbyes,

turning away from it all,
but that won't break my fall,
won't help me at all,

if i could show some self respect,
but the thoughts i collect,
won't let me alone,

a foot job? you know that you could,
but it won't do the good,
you hoped that it would,

and i didn't want put you through that,
i feel like a twat,
it's not my fault what's wrong.

if i could turn back the time,
save face, friends of mine,
but i can't pick and choose,

i would rather go back some more,
fall down at your door,
screaming stop that you whore,

but now it's honestly cool,
i don't feel like a fool,
the new joke is on you,

and now i've got my boner back,
cancel panic attack,
i'll just help you through,

i don't think it's that bad,
please don't be so sad,
we won't tell them the truth,

i think that we have to agree,
its funny to a certain degree,
you did a period on me.

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: