The End of Happiness

By Gabe Bree

What is the point of this to make my day

It's not, it’s breaking my day, Giaco

My opinions are strong, they need to lay

Poems NO journalism fantastico

Sonnets the bane of my existence, yes

14 is a horrible number, si

Iambic pentameter is a mess

Indeed, an early grave this will send me

Haiku, heck no, I'm not a good poet

Three lines are better than 14, still dumb

What’s with the syllables, I'll start to seize

Haikus make me look like a major bum

What sucks is I've got two more poems to write 

The future of poems is not so bright