I'm thinking that this could be called a single poem, though for present purposes it is six entries (each line being an anagram of the title):
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
I am the scrotum’s amoral sleepyhead.
O hear me, misplaced trashy soul mate!
A pothead stammers lecherously, "I am!"
I am the lousy, mad, complete harasser.
I am a harlot’s homely, desperate scum.
I am the prayerless, custom-made halo.
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