melodramatic mad libs

After a morning of commiseration and emoting over Instant Messenger, I pleaded with the lovely Jess to write a deliberately maudlin poem. If you can't have fun with pretense and angst, what can you have fun with? To help her out, Jess found the best website ever -- The Bad Poem Generator. Go and read her poem and check out the comments section for some fabulously bad poetry. To give you an indication of what you're in store for, here's mine:

disgusted manure
I feel so disgusted and elated sometimes,
sometimes i want to heave my uvula and die,
the manure is so hearty and sad,
the chickens sound like The Ghost of Christmas Past.

I feel so disgusted and elated,
nobody understands my sullen, dreary pain,
I want to levitate and sob in the rain
the manure reminds me of feeling elated, the chickens mock my heartache.

sometimes i want to heave my uvula and die,
underneath the hearty, ridiculous sky