Inspired by Elke Stangl, whose idea this was (see here for an explanation of the canonical rules), I hereby give my first attempt at Google poetry:
Life is just…life.
OK, so, never mind.
It doesn’t matter.
Therein lies a tale.
It’s winter because we’re far from the Sun.
There’s no place for you in such a conformist world.
Am I doomed?
Insert your own joke here.
Many Worlds Theory 