Your Poems Fail.

I hate to break it to you,
But your poems all are lame.
They’re boring, trite, and pointless,
And each one sounds just the same.

I know you’ll all get mad now,
And tell me I’m so mean.
Go right ahead; I’ll make it worse.
Emo’s just like Scene.

You really look quite stupid,
Pretending it’s an art.
Writing sad and mournful cries
Straight from your bleeding heart.

In case you’re still unhappy,
Let me make my last point clear.
Your poems are so terrible
I’ll stab you with Shakespeare.