a very inspiring poem indeed

farting makes you look ravishing, babe
now, if only we could agree on the colour of your hat
let's hit the main scene
with accurate strikes
with aplomb
with style

the street is being attacked by giant monsters
tiny people with their lunches
tiny people with their tiny feet
and then clouds
collapsing

this poem has reached its ending statement
in which i say
there is nothing
worse than
a man
who calls
himself
a poet.