Suckers smiling silently
Super-secret servantly
Snapping snobs so sadly sipping soup

Searing cisterns carefully
Sisters crying selfishly
Could some sense cook up all gum and goop?

Graceful, bumbling sympathy
Silent, shrill-drenched empathy
Controversy fuels; gossip fires

Gripping ambiguity
Dripping so perspectively
My heart rejoices; happily retires

Poems should be for fun. Fun to read, because the rhythm is catchy. To hear the sounds and pronounce it out. I think that's the joy of poetry.

Unlike those whatevers they make us do in class.

That poem was nonsense. Or not. You decide.