Very Bad Poetry

You're a goddess to all small minds
Purveyor of the zeitgeist chic
A lighthouse beacon to that ship run aground on Politboro Beach

Friends are good for social climbing
You're Prometheus at the fair
Cutting loose the useless like a cancerous cyst, trading up from ass to mare

I'm not your father confessor
All my friends say, "Undress her"
Why in hell would I mess with a baby doll dress and chronically messed hair
A heart pumping mud and brine
And a soul as sweet as turpentine

Were you postering in Whitehall?
Pasting up a missive screed
While the proletariat wait with bated breath for the note pinned to your sleeve

I saw you dancing in the ballroom
Finger-rimming Charles de Galles
Stirring your Chardonnay with a cinnamon stick, going down in a bathroom stall

I'm not your father confessor
All my friends say, "Undress her"
Why in hell would I mess with a baby doll dress and chronically messed hair
A heart pumping mud and brine
And a soul as sweet as turpentine

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