The Memes. What are they. Maybe it is Pepe the frog making you cry. Maybe it is Ugandan Knuckles making you question if you know the wheh. Maybe it is grumpy cat making you grumpy of everyone around you. Maybe it is Doge and his rainbow "sentences"  making you forget how to talk. Who knows.

Poem ideas, Like fire burning your brain. It burns all day and does not rest for days. It will burn until may. Until an idea comes to my bunrt barin.

I see a tipped over trash can.
I see some slime, spilling on the floor.
And I think to myself what a horrible world.

I see skies of black and clouds of grey.
The awful day, and the creepy night.
And I think to myself what a horrible world.

The awful stuff happening in the world are on people's ugly faces as they go by.
I see enemies shaking hands saying no more nukes. They’re really saying I want to **** you.

I hear people crying, I watch them grow old.
They’ll Know much less than everyone knows.
And I think to myself what a horrible world.
Yes I think to myself what a horrible world.