I am marcell deuschamp of
Poetry I like to write some crap
Sitting on a toilet seat
Waiting for a bigish,super mishap
Am I an artist I like to take the ****
Liking my work shall always go amiss.
Whistler had his mother
Edvard munch got his scream
Constable had his haywain
While my ***** stayed unclean
Wordsworth has got all his words
Aesop reads his fable
Deuschamp had no talent so he just
crapped upon his table
Vincent had his flowers
Shakespeare had his plays
I like writing crap poetry
Just to fill up all my days