Greetings, sentient beings of the galaxy! You've stumbled upon the most excruciating corner of the internet. Here, we celebrate the art of crafting poetry so bad, it makes black holes cringe.
"Ode to Bureaucratic Form X-27B/6"
Oh ruthless lines of tedium,
Your boxes small, a dark delirium.
Triplicate copies, a soul's demise,
Vogon clerks' sadistic enterprise.
Remember, true Vogon poetry should induce physical pain, existential dread, and a deep questioning of the universe's sense of humor. Our patented Torture-Verse™ technology ensures each poem reaches maximum discomfort levels.
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Disclaimer: The Vogon Poetry Club is not responsible for any mental anguish, temporal displacement, or sudden urges to become a bureaucrat resulting from exposure to our poetry. Read at your own risk. Poetry appreciation helmets are available in the gift shop.
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