Poetry is just a bunch of words
Strewn together in different combinations
All with the sole purpose
Of conveying the same message
Just in a new way:

I Love you
I Hate you
I really want to bone you.

I'm happy
Sad
Hurt
Confused
Angry
Frustrated.

My life is great
My life *****.
People ****.

The world is beautiful,
And so are you.
But that's not what's most important.
Because I'd like to bone your brain too.

This poem is a reflection of me.
I am a reflection of circumstance.

Circumstance is random.
Just like this poem.
Just like me.