Shakespear is stoned

Here's a poem for the hell of it
Its not smart or clever or full of wit
Its just a reason for me to sit
On my big butt for a little bit

So bear with me while I ramble on
Before you know it'll soon be done
A few more verses just for fun
Then this silly rhyming will be gone

If i had a love I'd write a love letter
But since I don't i'll have to think up better
If i had a hate I'd curse and I'd swear
But since i'm a saint i wouldnt dare

So i'll write about nothing. Its what i do best
Instead of working i'm taking a rest
Being paid shitloads, but using up the hours
Writing dumb poems and dreaming of super powers

Here's to you, you blogging skank:
You scum of the earth, oh how your shit stank!
Erm.. I guess its time for me to stop
Coz clearly my rhyming has started to flop

With this last verse, there's just enough lines to say
Tomorrow is a brand new day
I'll be back with another pointless post
Till then, i raise my glass to you in a toast