Exceedingly crap: don't read

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Poodles in jackets; I crush them under my boots.
I've got a bunch of flyers to a nothing; they are basically just paper.
Don't re;ally know how to use semicolons; right;;;;;; but ;I like to put them ;every;where.

My soul is the epitomy of epitomies; wrapped up in a layer of reality; soaked in barbeque sauce.
I jerk off when I'm sad; wait -- no -- sadness runs deep through my bones.
Tell me sir and sirettes; what is possibly wro;n;;g ;with this poem? 
Be; a; good; chap; and; put; the; kettle; on.

This poem is about ending racism -- and then starting it up again; but much worse than it was originally.
You can tell by all the semi colons and emojis; and if you can't you are a fool.
Just to recap.

Poodles in jackets; I crush them under my boots.

[ISawASpaceship]

I almost went into a James Acaster spiel about putting the kettle on vs. boiling the jug.

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

I almost went into a James Acaster spiel about putting the kettle on vs. boiling the jug.

Thank you for holding back your inner primal rage. I shudder to think what that golden glow emenating from your hands can do.

[ISawASpaceship]

I almost went into a James Acaster spiel about putting the kettle on vs. boiling the jug.

Thank you for holding back your inner primal rage. I shudder to think what that golden glow emenating from your hands can do.

It's no problem really. Anything for a brother in arms.

[CRNDLSM]

I can't tell if you're proud of this and showing off your work or just taking a dump, it's telling us what it is but I don't want to assume it's telling us so much without trying to show us something else, I think a title change would make all the difference.

[ISawASpaceship]

I wouldn't change the title. I think it explains how you're feeling, rather well, given the context of the poem.