This is the worst poem

This is the worst poem

ever written. It lacks

subtlety and it has a structure that is trite and cheap.

There are no insightful metaphors, and

Issac Brock is no author of classics,

however, he

speaks to me

as I speak to myself.

For, for the worst poem,

there must be an audience of uninspired wretches.

Poems, poems, poets, writing

stupid epic poems and the

angsty mumbling girls

will outshadow me


Unless there can be no way to judge

(which there is)


unless judgment is as ambiguous

as poetry itself.