We're all pretentious poet's on the inside

This blog is dedicated to the sort of pretentious nonsense poetry that can be interpreted in a hundred thousand different ways, but basically still means fuck all. Here's one I knocked up in well under a minute; the key is to arrange your sentences in an erratic manner, juggling your syntax about in such away so as to appear to have put a great deal of thought into what you're writing:

The Moon

Stares down upon sleeping

Earth, but

A small sphere

Orbiting the only

Sun, the burning

Sun

Burning

Brighter than

Mankind, alone

In the thoughts of fools

Do

The schemes of man

Reside

Now isn't that just inspired?