This is my poem
I'm writing to you
It’s about my emotions
All thoughts here are new
Writer’s journal material
Put this in that
My attention is ethereal
Jump around like a cat
The poem grows lengthy
with hosts it spreads
An artistic STD
A poem we’ve fed
Each adds a smatter
A stanza or two
Of what, it's no matter
Is no DBQ
Now my poem is ending
Romeo and Juliet
The movie is pending
Was it good, you bet
My poem is in intermission
Im writing at a desk
My artistic vision
is at its best
We said it was ending
Well guess what we lied
the middle is pending
Our editor died
No one expected
He'd run into the trunk
of that car up ahead
don't drive while you're drunk
A sad funeral, clearly
There goes all our cash
He was loved dearly
but enough of that trash
This poem carries on
Like a James Joyce novel
School days are nearly gone
Belgian waffle
Obama if you're reading this
I hope you like poems that are awful
Since this one
Belgian waffle
Does it ever end
This poem or this life
Everything's a blend
I miss my wife
What happens when all is gone
This poem and its mapping
An irregular polygon
Our sanity is napping
We'll lay our poem to rest
In a crowded submission bag
Doing our very best
to ruin the whole litmag
Our poems nearly finis
Salut, au revoir
J’ai un grand (REDACTED)
Hé mec, tu veux voir.
Napoleon est grand
el mundo es pequeño
Где я, пожалуйста, помогите
اللهم لا يا يسوع ساعدني