Random Poetry

Here's a poem I "generated" with a random poetry program,
then fixed up a bit with a few of my own touches. Not bad,
for what it is, hmm?

Our World

Go ahead, hurt me if you can, old friend--
without questioning the need,
because it seems like a good idea,
even as we promise never to do it again.
Distant dreams
are just part of the hallucination.
Our world!
We stand at the edge of a cliff.
We have nothing but this sad passion.