This Poem is Terrible, Because I Hate Poetry

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.