Fuck! I'm dead
Fucked up glass
Cut off me 'ead.
(Dead.)
Bastard car
Big 'n' red
Fucking hell
No more head
(This is kinda cool, huh?)
Spurty blood from jugular vein
No head means I have no name?
Can't you hear what I just said?
I'm walking about with no fucking head.
(Still dead.)
No ones bothered, so off I roam
I'll take a walk, might go home
Bump into things, hurt my knee
Oh yeah that's right, can't fucking see!
(dead sucks!)
I wonder about my previous head
Rolling around in puddles, red
I hope my head is missing me
'Coz I'm as fucked up as can be.
(Where's that dead head?)
Cross the road, get run down
Been killed twice on this side of town
Now I've lost an arm and spleen
Bastard cars are fucking mean.
(harder to complete poem now with only one arm no head and a spleen sort of dangling out)
Just got squashed by a heavy truck
Don't these people give a fuck?
I long for a nice warm hospital bed
An arm, a spleen and my fucking head.
(Being dead does have it's good points, ya' know. Who am I kiddin' no it doesn't)
They found my head and fixed my spleen
Attached my arm, although it's green
I'm almost back to a consious state
My nurse is some red head called Kate
(Now I'm alive again I can go and find the bastard who cut off me 'ead and made me dead and maybe sue someone about my arm and spleen and a million other fucking things)
All fixed up and they let me go
So I head home, it starts to snow
I watch a film by Leonard Cohn
And finish this fucked up car crash poem.
Bronze trophy winner
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a good piece, zany. ah as far as my poetry is concerned, we can not please everyone in life, some will like and some will not, such is life.
