I love bad poetry, it is so much funetry. My goal here is to make this poetry not make any sensetry. It's not very difficult and it sounds like something my 10th grade English teacher would have likedetry. He had terrible taste in poetry.
Look into the Mirror and Repeat My Name Three Times
by Mothface McGee
A world away
A goldfish flaps its wings
and a tornado happens
In a Back Alley.
The World is a vampire
And I am the one
That invited him in.
Man is dead
And the world is dead
And love is dead
And death is dead.
Who wants to party?
I've got three cases of
Imported organic beer
That will go bad tomorrow.
Let's all go to the lobby
And buy ourselves a snack
To eat while our bodies go.
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