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Poem 605

Very Bad Archive

Where are you going so fast in that piece of shit car?

Mister Underhill

Silver shark striding, straining
Lane straddle horn honker
Dead man driving, motherfucker!

Passive aggressive? Passion agressive.
You are locked. Deadlocked. Gridlocked.

The time is wrong. So wrong.
It is the most wrong of times. The right time.
I accelerate, I accelerate, I accelerate. I cut.

Follows but is too late. Slow truck ahead.
Smash, crash, mashed, bashed.
Horn stuck on full.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

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

Pining for Prunella

Submitted Oct 9th, 11:59

Buy Cialis online now

Submitted Jun 28th, 03:30

Ode to a Cougar

Submitted Jun 26th, 16:07