Well, I ****d and murdered your mother, strung up your dog by chicken-wire, and burned your childhood home to the ground.
Whoo-hoo! You don't know how much you've done for me! I'm a poet, and this much emotional trauma should ensure my future work will be powerful and resilient. I'm gonna be the best tortured poet ever!
Whatev...
75 years later:
Here it is, my magnum opus. Read it out loud!
"Roses are red/ Violiets are blue/ Something something yadda-yadda/ Something-something blue." Yeahhh...
