Hilariously Atrocious Poetry

There are good poems. There are bad poems. Then there are poems that are so awful they make you want to perform a self-lobotomy. Hence, it is time for you to bring out your scalpel because I got one example of such poetry:

Futility

I grab my head between my hands,
And bash it against the wall,
In truth it feels I've been here,
For longer than I recall,
You parasites want some sweat and blood,
I'm rising to the call,
I wish I feared the end result,
While not surprised at all

One might think this poem is an anomaly. Yet one such person has created his own collection of weird poems. One would think the titles speak for themselves. Fetalloid Musicution, Cute Enough To Be Funny Watching It Die, and Beaming Into the Gullet of Nake are all the many poems whose titles simply don't do them justice. All told it is hilarious because you don't want to cry.

And this is why, in the end, you must know about them.