unreal

can you believe this site actually exists. i couldnt. but was shown the light, or not sure, perhaps the pain and misery that is someone's existence to have created this? and this is the result. govon poetry. my god the internet is a sad and twisted black hole of crap.

See, see the kind sky
Marvel at its big peach depths.
Tell me, megan do you
Wonder why the emu ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel gnnnmpf.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your woolywonkwonk facial growth
That looks like
A mould.
What's more, it knows
Your prude potting shed
Smells of pea.
Everything under the big kind sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm gorgonzolas.

(thanks to debbiedebdeb for the enlightment that prompted this blog- see credit for you here. ha ha)