Really bad

You shall not be bad

Pay attention to rhymes

You shall not write

Until you respect the lines

But I want to be bad

And I want to burn the fish I bought

At a fish market

And then I want to eat it

I love it that way

And I could write a thousand poems about it

About a fish

That started life swimming away 

And a fisherman steals it 

Grabs it, suffocates it

And the fish has a seizure

Slowly but surely

It's dead

And its dark orbs are still dark and dead

Just as dead as when it was alive

And suddenly I buy it

And I cook it very very badly 

I cook it for dinner

And I invited guests over

How dare I?

It was very bad

But I enjoyed it

Oh boy I wanted to try to write in iambic pentameter

But it just made me throw up

I can't do it

This is my stanza on it

I poop on it

I throw up on it and it's a cement mix of nothing

It's ugly oh boy very ugly

And very bad

But I cannot do it

It ruins the fun out of it

I want to write about a fish

That's it

And just making it rhyme at the end

I just believe that the end matters

Just like life it's a bow that you wrap

And you can make it beautiful but

Usually I would buy a bow at a cheap market

For a couple bucks

And I would wrap it around a box

A beautiful box

And when the poet opens it up

He just sees sawdust

Oh yes he was horrified

He couldn't believe that the ugliness multiplied

His voice still echoes in my mind

He told me you shall not be bad

Pay attention to rhymes

I didn't know what rhyming was

And I use the word rhyme but I don't know what a rhyme is

I don't know what poetry is

But he told me I was very very bad

It reminded me of a child

A child pointing at its knee

And telling its mama "Look, it's very very bad, I hurt myself!"

It's me, I have a wound it's pretty bad

He pointed it at me

The poet

He was horrified as I said

I did injure my fingers

So I just type letters

That have nothing to do with each other

They just dance in circles

They make love sometimes without condoms

And then there are these diseases

They start to form and the electricity

Of my laptop suddenly 

It dies 

Completely dies

It's horrified by the virus

But then it recovers, you know

It recovers completely 

So I don't understand why I have to make sure

That my fingers are recovering

Or that my laptop needs a review

I think I just love my burnt fish

My ugly laptop

and my fingers the way they are

Oh I am bad

I'm very bad

I've been bad since the day I died

And when I ressurected

I multiplied

I'm like Coronavirus 

I just have variants of myself

One day I'm bad

The next I'm even more bad

Very very very bad

And so it is

My friends

This is my poem

And this is my art

Oh it's bad

Really bad