Creative Puzzling

What’s wrong now? This poem exists.
Rhyme is annoying, fuck the lists
Yet I still write for so damn long
What are these things, they don’t belong

And syllabes, don’t let me start
Eight here and there, how is this art?
My brain is fried, help me be strong
What are these things, they don’t belong

I think in verse, why am I cursed?
Internal rhyme, surprise accursed
This makes no sense, just play along
What are these things, they don’t belong

What’s wrong now? This poem exists.
What are these things, they don’t belong