Poetry: It Doesn't Exist

Can you love something that doesn't exist?
Like a unicorn in the backyard taking a piss
Or a midget that just sharded his pants
And the minotaur has to change him again
Faceplant in feces, call it reeces pieces
And he keeps washing his hands
But he's still left with a stench
Baby powder on his bum
To keep from chaffing his skin
Am I making some sense?
My pen game nasty
Don't ask me
How I blew my bacon to bits
It's been a long day
Of kissing ass
Here, you taking these mints