Shall I Compare Ye to a Designated Hitter?

...and the sky will be blue / and I will be... true......to you.The end.That's it?Yeah, man, that's it. What do you want?What I want is some f$%king poetry, man. You don't come to Team Poetry Night with that weak **** time and time again, hombre.I worked hard on that one.Hard? Are you shittin' me? Rhyming "true" with "blue"?! Last week, I came up with an entire series of couplets rhyming with "sphygmomanometer." Top that, bitch!Don't hassle me. Back in 2004, when you guys couldn't write your way out of a paper sack, I was carrying Team Poetry Night! I was John Lennon to your Rick Springfield! The UK version of "The Office" to your inferior US version!But what have you done lately? Hell, we ain't seen so much as a decent haiku outta you in months.So what is this? You're kicking me out of Team Poetry Night?Those are your words, not ours. But...But what?But we can't wait forever for you to snap out of it. We fo...