Very Bad Archive
Hypnosis
F Drummond
A bastard of a hypnotist
Came to our town
And has made the majority of those who didn’t attend
Frown
The poor folk who were coerced
Under this mans spell
Are now zombies in a
Smokeless hell
Where a red wine
From the australian south
Dances on the tongue
Of a nicotine-less mouth
No laughter, no joy
No wine, fags and cheese nights
No upholding of our
UN protected civil rights
If ‘ere this man should wander your way
Take this warning
And say “hey!”
Get away you self righteous wanker
You are a blight on my rights you party pooping canker
F Drummond has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of F's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of F's latest works: