I suck at poetry

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Constipated, my mind puckers its hemroided orifice dribbling out pebbley insubstantialities. Bloody words fall to the floor piling into an obscene heap. A retched stench fills my nostrils as I consume the excreted words, willing my body to encase them again. To reprocess them to a purer pile of shit.

Self deprecation wins my heart.

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I also think the lack of line breaks bodes well with the title. Leave it. If it sucks it wins.