Im not a poet you kniving cunt.

Round and round i trip my dreams into a pit of dirty genes.
Death, doom and fog in the dreaded pit a bubbling bog.
Flies and maggots, jews and faggots. What a hell of a messy night.
Dont mind me though, i slit slits with a 4 inch cock.
Which is more than i can say for my chinky mate.
So where did all the rhyming go of late?
Zombies dont have 1up on me bitch. Ill fuck that fucker with a titanium tire iron.
Kinky kinks in a shit split realtionship are the reason that ship is sinking.
And the crabs you gave me didnt really help either, thank you very much.
Get off my back before I get behind yours.

Rhyming poems are for poets you fucking hypocrit.
Get fucked, ace grades, be liked. Is what that ugly fucker over there told me.