Very Bad Poetry

boy oh boy
we found him in the well
and I’m working on my aim
so I can see what
I’m slicing at she’ll make pot
stickers after I pull out my knife

I pull out the knife
cut into the boy
separating blood from pot
tetrahydrocannabinol works well
when you don’t know what
the hell is the aim

or the hell is the point of the aim
but when I put back the knife
I am sure of what
I did to that boy
oh boy he ain’t well
she put his nails in the pot

but the blood boils over with pot
sticky savor I aim
for my gullet, it takes it well
but in the end I pull out my knife
again and I cut the boy
out of me pieces of I don’t know what

fall out she asks me what
I am doing smoking pot
I found it in the boy
sticky green moist I aim
the smoke at the knife
edge, splitting it well

in half he fell in my well
they haven’t seen what
I can do with my knife
before she put him in the pot
slicing with practiced aim
cut into that boy

the boy from my well
fell into my aim and what
we made in the pot fell off of my knife

Paul T. Kruz has published another poem since joining on 27/11/08. Read more of Paul T.'s terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Paul T.'s latest works: