Let's see what you've got.
Maybe you have friends helping
You type all these poems ><
Or you have no friends,
And are paying some Artsy
To not be useless ><
Artsy has no job,
Getting kicked out of his house,
At age 35.
For once in his life,
Artsy's bank account now has
More than 5 dollars.
What should he do now?
Should he buy some shaving cream,
Or a nice burger?
Instead the Artsy,
Buys himself a nice ballpoint
What an idiot.
He sits there hungry,
Looking to get inspired,
The pattern repeats.
Thank goodness for those,
Or I'd have nobody to
Scan my bag of chips.
But now the Artsy,
has more than 2 bucks in bank,
Writing poems for Skyxx.