Hold it....

Stop
right there,
u 2 and bring
your friends.
I am not going
to spare you
from my cum,
my lust or
my belly
full of fire.
I will however,
spare you
from poetry
coz at least
I have zest.
shit loads
of zest.

The kid's got fire,
no denying that...
unfortunately he writes
like a fourteen year old
who sits on a finger
every now and again
waiting for the acne
to subside
so the lion
can roam.
But, what the hell
do I know?
It's all subjective
isn't it?

I have to disagree,
some poetry is just
bad,
just like this,
or worse.