Poetry anyone? Ha ha. What do you think?

Poetry
poetry
poetry

Hopelessness
hopelessness
hopelessness

I end my morning chant
I start my day time rant
I find my girlfriend's pants
I smell my girlfriend's purse.
Me and her are minty fresh.
She just uses me for a chunk of hearty flesh.
My dreams. She breaks all those scenes.

I am so confused.
I see it in their views.
That happy little crew.
A warm and fuzzy Jew.
George Bush's shoe.
Mrs Baker's glue.

Amazing words are filling up a friend.
And now here he is,
he's filling up with them.
And I need sympathy.
Not a rosary.
I'm a naughty boy.
I'm a torture soul.
I'm poverty.
I'm destitute.
She's destiny.
Swallow all the hate.
Hills are just ahead.
And over is my bed.
 
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