Do you, dear reader, pine to create miserable poetry in the manner of a self-important, illiterate college student? Do you believe that you have some really wretched doggerel in you?

If so, enter The Fourth Annual “Hatemonger’s Quarterly” Horrible College-Student Poetry Competition. An example of a past runner-up:

Under The Florescent Moon by Gordon

Dull glowing,
never changing.
I see the eternal glow
of the florescent light
above my cubicle.

The landscape of corporatist dehumanization
like a box without hinges, key or lid.
Yet inside a soul is hid.

I work for the Man.

Bravo! Now that is truly execrable verse!

(Hat tip to Robert)