Here is a sample:
See, see the dedicated sky
Marvel at its big cornflower blue depths.
Tell me, Brad Pitt do you
Wonder why the lizard ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel cranky.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your irregardless facial growth
That looks like
A pop tarts.
What's more, it knows
Your bar keep potting shed
Smells of W's Brain.
Everything under the big dedicated sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm armpits.
Yes. I hate poetry.
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