God, Fate

What makes this the world’s worst poem?

Is it the multiple spelling and grammar mistakes?

The clear delineation of two different subjects shoved together, with scant literary effort, in order to meet the assignment’s length requirements?

My delusions of artistic grandeur, not only in trying to anthropomorphize trees, but also in thinking that I was writing something deep?

Or is it the hastily scribbled and overly generous “B” awarded by my teacher?

In any event, I am awarding myself the prize.

It’s the worst, and I love it anyway.