This poem,
Is terrible.
But you already knew that.
Imagine this:
A chair, which started out looking great in its makers mind,
But it came out looking terrible, frowning even at itself because it was that bad.
Or,
A sad looking cloud because it knows it will never have a purpose
Like raining
I wish my poem could do that.
Or-
You could think of my poem as a chicken
Without a head to guide it.
Listless.
So, as already stated (in the title):
I hate poetry.
So, thus, this poem is terrible.
