I know you’re wringing your hands together in excitement about to burst if we don’t get started here. So, let’s see what we have here for our first foray into spotting bad poetry. We have a poem called So long, mr. nemesis neanderthal. Ugh. Looks like we’re off to a good start here.

So long, mr. nemesis neanderthal

Now I hurt
as much as I loved then -
then, had I known this hurt
that is now -

would have kept a little more
of myself
for me -
how good it feels to say

I’m leaving you
for someone else -

that someone else is me.