Irony Has No Place in Poetry
This is the first line.
It gives you a sense of what is to come
or maybe it doesn't.
This is the second stanza.
It references something
you haven't fucking read.
Did you catch how I said "fuck"?
Wasn't that edgy?
This is the third.
It is brief and cryptic.
This is the middle of the poem;
I have blown my poetic load
and it is all downhill from here.
This is the end.
Wasn't that unexpected,
yet earned?
