My Vogon Poetry--get yours!

Warning! Reading this could be deadly!
It's my very own Vogon poem!
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See, see the exhausting sky
Marvel at its big mustard depths.
Tell me, Scot do you
Wonder why the mole rat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare makes you feel ****ty.

I can tell you, it is
Worried by your florgrax facial growth
That looks like A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your plop potting shed
Smells of brussels sprout.
Everything under the big exhausting sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm methanes.