My poetry SUCKS

Triumphantly, we stand
Glaring at the world.
We're the worst but
We're better than they.
They don't even know.
They don't even care.
Do we even care?
We are warriors--How now?
The world is our litterbox.
We are housecats.
Gao gao!

FUCK YOU RIVAL SPERM THE DAY IS MINE

I love you
Don't be scared
Whatever you're scared of
You told me you were scared
I love you
And I will always love you
Remember that, okay?
Because if I have to
I'll tell you that I love you
Constantly.
Like with every text message
And every IM
Because I want you to know
That I love you
And I'll never stop.
I'll never leave you
If you never leave me.

Bleh fuck.

I barely post
On this god damn thing
Anymore.
Why is that?
I don't know.
I don't have anything to say.
You don't even care about what I
Have to say.
Damn it.
Leave me alone.

wut

I've got five fucking minutes
To post a god damn poem
Well here it is:
I'M ON NEW MEDICATION
AND I AM FUCKED BECAUSE
IT MAKES ME DROWSY AS HELL
AND I CANNOT FOCUS
I AM GOING TO DIE IN SCHOOL TODAY
AGH AGH AGH AGH AGH
HELP ME.
I HATE SCHOOL.

Valentine's Day is for faggots.

Valentine's Day must be
Pretty awesome when you
Have a valentine and you
Are spending the day
With them. You know,
Going on a date, or just
Spending time with each
Other at one's house and
Holding each other and
Just having a nice time
With your loved one.
My Valentine's Day is
Spent alone. I am all alone.
I have no one to spend it with.
You are my valentine.
But I can't be with you.
I want to be with you.
It hurts.

I am the fucking moon

I am NORIKO.
I am worthless.
I cannot do anything.
I am stupid.
I am bad.
I am awkward.
I am lazy.
I am slow.
I am a blob.
Be a blob with me.
Please, pretty please?
You and I could be blobs together.
We could roll anywhere we want
Because we are glorious.
Glorious blobs.
No one can stop us.
I am NORIKO.
I am a blob.
I can do anything.

I love whoever wrote this.

I saved up one thousand dollars.
It's in the fucking bank right now.
And I am going to buy the fucking moon.
I'm going to have some fucking moon parties.
You're all invited.
Probably no sound and shit on the moon,
So just subwoofers.
Millions of them.
I'm gonna have internet and shit.
(One long internet cord. Fuck wireless.
I know, internet cords diminish blah blah
Fuck you
I have super internet.)
And I'm gonna build a fucking engine
And I'm gonna fucking drive to the moon
Fuck flying, I'm driving.
I'm gonna make space roads,
All over fucking space.
And it's gonna have a huge fucking bumper sticker
Telling the aliens to get the fuck off my space road.
Fuck yeah, moon parties.