this might be the worst poem
youll ever read
if you manage
to make it
to the end
ah the end
the fucking end
thats what i want
the end
youll find no
beautiful language
intricate wordplay
insightful metaphors
not even
any punctuation
maybe a little selfpity
because poetrys supposed
to be honest
brutally
crushingly
honest
and sometimes
i feel sorry for myself
if only because nobody else will
but thats it
im going to terrorize
this art
twist it so badly
that al qaeda
will look like the virgins
that await them
that they fuck the shit out of
because im a miserable wreck
of a fucking person
suicides too good for me
i cant even write
a good poem
anymore