Very Bad Poetry

my chicken crosses
dots to the tee,
like christ.

someone told me
you use puns
like I know
what puns are
shakespeare?
i write for the people
not those cocktail
parties

i got head
in a rest stop.
i called the number
what did you expect?
a haiku?

Stuck in a hotel
and an Indian janitor
was burning incense.
i thought about sushi.
where's Allah?
I wanted to ask.

my brother called me
to tell me
that my poetry was horrible
just like everyone elses
in the magazines.
he was hit by a bus.
i pondered the non-beauty
of his life and poetry.
i remember telling him
to
look both ways
but he never understood irony
sad how he will be remebered
in all those books they teach
and i won't be in a hundred years
for his tragic end.
that's all they want.
they wonder why people are stupid.

i'm sure he'll be entering
heaven one of these days,
like christ.

someday i will step in front of a bus
on purpose
to show my brother.
we will be the Kennedy's of bus accidents.

i gots stinged by a jellyfish
in australia
while on vocation
i threw it
and it landed on a fat woman
from Mississippi

let me see
i think of none else
this is the end
now i'm going to live life
pay it forward

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