Chicken Lips and Furry Tips

I’m here today, my words and all,
To make a controversial call,
Appealing all those poems leaving much to be desired.

We cheer today, poetic friends,
On whom the poetry depends,
The banishment of bullshit, let the bullshit take a ride.

We are all sick, of you, you dick,
You lover fighters, wasteful writers,
Sending grotty grammar, mangy meanings down your page.
I say Black Beauty, you’re a cutie,
Mechanistic and sadistic,
Seems were plagued by emo’s, “boy, its just a fucking STAGE”

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah CRY
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah DIE
Cut cut cut and slice slice slice…
LEARN TO RHYME! That could be nice.

I must confess, I shall address,
Another museful murderess
The pensive, senseless, self defenseless dictionary lists.
They curd together fancy words with
Scarlettine iambic thirds,
Yet only pain can be obtained from metaphoric twists.

Chicken lips, and furry tips,
Margaritas, green excretes,
Trip a tripe tsunami in your purple coffee cup,
The thought of bovine insides, it can really
Fuck you up.

Thank you, thank you come again.