To make a poem ain‘t that hard
You eat the words and create a lyrical shart

A few rhymes that is all what you need
You can make up **** just like that
Also my dog is of no distinctive breed
but he‘s fat

But how do you dare
to waste your readers time
with lines like these

Despicable words you share
This act of yours is worthy a crime
Your thoughts are no more than a disease

There is no worth in a poem as this
I truely have more appreciation for a barrel of ****

But you aren‘t done with your lyrical epiphany yet
The tears of poets around the world make their carpets wet

There is nothing that would be able to stop you
Because even though you say ****, it also is true