A bad poem

A bad poem

It may be a bad poem,
Written by a bad poet.

It even shouldn't be written,
Or by this token must be hidden,
From everybody,
Since it strives to sell a story,
Led by stupid melancholy,
Of a depressed bloke,
And his prose:

"I hate the life and I'm alone and blabla."
This is how he cries? Caramba!
Better stories come from ma grandma.
Otherwise!!
He is also very proud of being pathetic,
Having no feelings, nor ethics..
But seeing the fact that he cries,
He must feel the pain or he lies.
"I never lie!" he shall go.
Having a kind of ethics.. Bingo!

At this moment, he starts that he knows..
Ehh..
That this story sucks and blows..
Uhh..
And it shouldn't be written at all..
Hmm..
Whatever.