We find you guilty
Of making a mockery
Out of poetry

You talking to me?

And must insist
You cease and desist
In your writing of this

Insanity

You must take to heart
That this is an art
Not some shopping cart

To fill your needs

Take it back to the top
Before it all got
More crazy than not

Could you please

Here's a list of demands
By a show of hands
Come back to dry land

**For your lobotomy