Attack of the Bad Poetry

Big Bang or maybe
six days of work, one for rest
Somehow it begins

Russia flags my ass
So? They get sputnik but I
have borscht on Tuesday

Fourteen ninty 2
Cloumbus finds a new site
McDonalds me & you

Hear my phone not ring
speak us not, aloof is he
Is it me to blame?

Homo Erectus
Mr.Smarty Mc' no pants
plays with fire, makes tool