This is a Bad Poem (Poet)

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I giggle in pride writing the obvious, the crappy
Kindergarten feelings
I feel sad, mad, happy, sappy.
Rhymezone, songs, and great works stealings

Roses are red violets are fine,
My poetry could be written by a child as young as nine
Punctuation is still a mystery?
Ironically, I teach Shakespeare!

Here’s a lesson for you, love poems and alcohol do not make good bedfellows
Sophomoric mumblings about a sunset and the many shades of yellow
I take solace knowing even Rupi wrote bad poetry sometimes.
Yup, I compared myself to Rupi. Also, F**K this last line.