I once new a man from Calcutta
Who had an incredible stutter
Ok thats not true
I thought I'd try to stop you feeling blue
Sorry for filling your feed with clutter

Rage against the sadness
***** it if your poetry is badness
Hello! Poetry isn't for your complaints!
beep boop beep boop paints

Just remember - When the situation is dire,
(and this is from the king of the mire)
'What matters most is how well you walk through the fire'

When I was a kid I didn't know my right from left
so I always woke up on the right side of the bed.
But my innocence soon left and was replaced by pain
and all I want is to be all right once again

Yes I want a ******* poem without fallacy
A poem full of fantasy
a fabulously woven fabric without a faux facade

our poems need some faeces not facelifts
fanciful fairies dancing fandangos
NOT followers of this current fad
who have fastened Poetry... with fatality

****! I'm fine with fate. But I want to be fascinated
by a farfetched farcical fable about a fat farmer farting
something that isn't churned out from this fake factory

So, to start off here is a funny poem with a **** joke:
I call my ****, 'the truth', because people can't handle it.

Death sits atop his hill,
giving his lips a lick
looking for someone to ****
regretting forgetting his chapstick

Stop.
Hello. I'm Sam.
And I'd just like to say
that I hope your day
was as good as mine.
#this is what poetry can do