Bad Poem
The world is a beautiful palace of despair
Most of it's water but some of it's air
The water is dirty and kills lots of fish
The air is as foul as a petri dish
Despair is the prevalent mood of our times
It fills me with sorrow and lots of bad rhymes
But I'll live in this palace until I am dead
And live with despair permeating my head
(Hey, I warned you it was bad)
