Oh ho ho.
So much power in these hands,
These beautiful wonderful hands,
This hands which can create or destroy.
Why, you\'ve told me I can write ONLY BAD POETRY?
Why, Buddy, I\'ve been writing bad poetry for years.
Bad poetry is my middle name.
Bad poetry is practically my godmother.
Now
You basically are telling me to be myself,
And now that I must,
I find it hard. So
Screw you National Bad Poetry Day