This is a standard poem.
Something with emotions,
something wiith an image
that creates a mental mirage,
It may talk of bread and wine,
talk of Jesus, it may rhyme,
be religious or political,
honest or, hypocritical.
Surely it must idolize something,
more likely someone.
A maid so fair, you had a fling with,
which is just a fancy way of sayin’
yo, I banged that hoe.
Occasionally it must break the pattern,
not use any rhymes or fixed rhythm, because
that would be too cliched.
It must copy cliched poetry while struggling to appear fresh,
for example, talk of crimson lips would be considered trash.
So, thine is mine heart,
thy crimson lips I worship
with devotion that is
with meaning laden.
I must go and barf now,
for my vocal chords feel dirty,
and if I keep writing such shitty poems,
I’ll be a virgin still when thirty.