The Worst Poem Imaginable
What can I say?
He is fat
He has a hat
This is not a rap
I can read a map
You know, I really just want to go
Have you read the works of Edward Allan Poe?
I bet this one rivals those pieces of trash
I’ll sell this one and make a ton of cash
Chaching
Babling
I’ll have so much money they’ll think I’m a jew
All the poor people will try to take my money with guns that go pew pew
I’ll get a house for my mom
Maybe I’ll get a date to prom
She’ll have blond hair like the color of fat
Her eyes will be dark, like the color of a rat
Her skin will be sickly like the color of a ghost
She will always be at my side, she’ll never leave her post
After prom, you know what’s gunna go down
Her on the bed, with nothing on, I won’t frown
Anyways, back to the money
I might wanna get a bunny
I’ll name it “My problems”
Because I have a lot of problems
I’m sad
I’m bad
WordWhat can I say?
He is fat
He has a hat
This is not a rap
I can read a map
You know, I really just want to go
Have you read the works of Edward Allan Poe?
I bet this one rivals those pieces of trash
I’ll sell this one and make a ton of cash
Chaching
Babling
I’ll have so much money they’ll think I’m a jew
All the poor people will try to take my money with guns that go pew pew
I’ll get a house for my mom
Maybe I’ll get a date to prom
She’ll have blond hair like the color of fat
Her eyes will be dark, like the color of a rat
Her skin will be sickly like the color of a ghost
She will always be at my side, she’ll never leave her post
After prom, you know what’s gunna go down
Her on the bed, with nothing on, I won’t frown
Anyways, back to the money
I might wanna get a bunny
I’ll name it “My problems”
Because I have a lot of problems
I’m sad
I’m bad
Word
