Bad Poetry Is Caused By People Who

Some People Never Go Crazy, What Truly Horrible Lives They Must Live.

I Think That The World Should Be Full Of Cats And Full Of Rain, That's All, Just Cats And Rain, Rain And Cats, Very Nice, Good Night.

I Am Not A Snob; It Is Simply That I Am Not Interested With What Most People Have To Say, Or What They Want To Do — Mostly With My Time.

I Am This Fiery Snail Crawling Home.

The Park Grass Looked Greener, The Park Benches Looked Better And The Flowers Were Trying Harder.