“All of the Words on a Bottle of Rolling Rock Beer in a Different Order” by Demetri Martin.
Argh.
Reminds me of an interview I had when applying for a place at university. The interviewer handed me three pieces of 'poetry' and asked me to read them aloud to her, before offering my analysis. All three seemed to be rather experimental, with one in fact being written in prose.
After waxing lyrical for half-an-hour I came to the crunch question: which one is the poem, given that two aren't? Turns out that the prose piece was the only 'poem' (how obvious in hindsight), and the other two were just jumbled tabloid media articles. Indeed, the piece I chose as the poem turned out to be an interview with 'Gazza' (a famously wayward and inarticulate English football player) taken straight from the back pages of The Sun (a famously downmarket paper).
Turns out that the prose piece was the only 'poem' (how obvious in hindsight), and the other two were just jumbled tabloid media articles.
Your answer should have been correct as there is such a thing as
found poetry, which is exactly what the Rolling Rock poem is an example of.
I didn't think it was very good, although the idea is creative.
Try ObitPoems found from obituaries. Or a found poem from our favorite Mayor & political writer (registration required).
At least the outside of a Rolling Rock bottle is inspiring, because the stuff inside is just crap IMHO.
Beer ... yuck ... ought to put it back in the horse.
Ask not why my sweat smells like sausages...now THAT is brilliant.
bocigalingus must be something funny.