Don'T Read This

You’re not allowed to read this poem! Unless your name is Jeroboam. So stop right now before you start, A mindless poem with no heart. No need to let your eyes a’ wander, You must have tons of time to squander -- Looking at this awful mess, Of verbal anecdotal-ness. You just don’t listen to my haste! Instead your hard-earned time you’ll waste. I warn you, it will now soon end… It’s just around this sentences’ bend -- So just to mess with you I’ll write, A falling sentence, leaning right; You’ve reached the end I hope you know, There’s nothing more for me to show… If you’re still here, there’s no more rhyme -- Cause this is now the final line.