Very Bad Archive
Carmex
Eric Therrien
Where should I run
Maybe to the sun?
Or should I shoot my gun?
I don’t know if that would be fun
But what would I shoot?
A pile of loot?
Or a smelly boot
That smelt like a toot
What if I play ball?
In the season of fall
Don’t write on my wall
Cuz I’ll call you small
Shut up Dad
Your just a fad
Stop looking so glad
And put in a maxi pad
I can’t believe your gay
That means you can’t play
And you can’t lay
With my girlfriend May
Go home to your pet
Hope you don’t get met
By the man who thinks he’s a jet
That goes by the name Brett
Your breath smells like shit
A piece of pooh you probably bit
Smoke weed and get lit
Or sit at home and knit
Eric Therrien has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Eric's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Eric's latest works: