© MMXX A.N.E.
To write down the worst of poems,
It ought to fill the recipients head with moans,
It should contain not a single word,
So the poet knowingly remains unheard.
Its pointlessness should be its only point,
As to preemptively break the critics every joint.
It would be about Death, Doom and Despair,
It would make the readers want to pull out their hair.
No, certainly it would just be about death,
It would be the poet’s wordless last breath.