Full of tripe
Emo crap
Why does it always
Gotta be like that?
Write satire, or even joy
It never hurts to be coy
Careful not to
Spell things right
Or someone might think less
Of your dreadful plight
Poetry is not about
Crying yourself to sleep
It's about stance and
Feelings you want to keep
Never does it have to rhyme
Yet here it does, all the time
I'm running out of insults to hurl
So lets watch some more drama unfurl
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