Very Bad Poetry

I write free verse
because my brain hurts,
When I try to rhyme;
I have no time,
To search for words
that better fit the need;
I'm lazy, simple, and full
of greed,
And find no reason
to impede,
The march of mediocrity;
My readers love to coddle me,
and hide my many flaws;
They love to see me breaking
laws
For no apparent reason;
To see me vulgar, crude,
and empty,
To pay me tribute and to
tempt me,
To rate myself as Byron.
But, ah, the siren,
of self-delusion,
is louder than you think.
For oftentimes when long I
think,
Alone and lacking friend,
I gaze upon the works I mend,
and say:
'What a fiend am I,
stealing beauty for decay.'

Mugs McClain has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mugs's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mugs's latest works: