This is my First

Poetrty.

This is poetry my friend
It has form, but no end
To make a rhyme
There is no end
As long as you get your rocks off!
Making other people think
Just how clever you are!

This is poety mine aquaintenance
It has form and thread
Against you it is dread.
As long as I get my rocks off!
Making other people think
You are better off dead.

This is poety mine enemy
It has its form and end
I make a rhyme
And there is an end
For as long as time shall bend
I get my rocks off at your demise!
You are dead!