This
is not poetry.
This
is just a bunch
of scattered words
on a page.
Just
because the ENTER key
on this computer
has a mind of its
own
doesn't mean
that this
assortment of scattered words
on a page
is a work of
art.
What is
the world coming
to when
every single
pointless
insignificant
piece
of
nonsense
can be considered
beauty?
Please,
do
tell
m
e
.
.
.