This is my poem.

Now, leave me alone!

What? You got a bone,

To pick with me?

Don’t you see?

I’m finally free.

Since I furnished,

The task finished.

Your power diminished.

I hate poetry.

What, it can’t be?

No possibility?

Well I despise it!

And if the shoe fit,

You musn’t acquit.

You didnt notice?

Well, time to focus.

Just give me the bonus.