Very Bad Poetry

Morning, grabbed a cup of Joe
Sorry about that Joe I meant a cup of Steve
1PM in the AM have to greet the Prime Minister of Siam
Off to the dreaded car
On my way now oh no I've driven too far

Take off my hat to salute another dingbat
Another client walks by
Oh my, sorry about your eye

Last job not so good I did all I could
Instead hubby ends up dead
Filled him with lead in his bed
Damn the dame what a shame
If he hadn't been in the way who's to blame?
Wife with rage hubby with two kids on the front page

This job, a doozy
The details made me dizzy..meant to say woozy
Got my coat into the car and I'll be the target's a she
No love for the skirts I see

Jealous Dicks with small Richards
And I'll be off to Vinny's Vineyards
The adulterous wife found sipping her wine
Soon she'll drinking this bullet of mine
Now for the count not two not three
I let it ring out and stung was she
With a hole in her head I knew she was dead
Blood, screams and tears and nothing was said

After all has laid to settle
I can't help but think who am I to mettle?
Who's to say they may let lay
And who's to deem dead and away?

If Joe cheats
And Grace is unfaithful
Why does he walk
And Gracy lie pale and dull?
Double standards are these
I shout forgiveness and pleas

For I know we are all one
And No good can come from a gun
The day is done
It is night no more sun
I lay down repenting of what I reap
A jolt!
Blood seaps from a hole so deep
Now forever will I sleep

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