New twist on poetry  

I wrote a poem that uses the names of bands to describe people, scenery, and states of mental being.

With my Twisted Sister and some Barenaked Ladies,
I begin Stabbing Westward; searching for a Vertical Horizon.
I make a Nightwish and continue upon our journey.
An REO Speedwagon zooms by as we turn onto Riverside Drive.
The writing on the wall tells me that "Daphne Loves Derby",
but I am unmoved.
Things begin to feel Twiztid
As I fall victim to this Mindless Self Indulgence.
I search for refuge Three Doors Down,
but find only some Garbage and Letters to Cleo.
It is then that I realize I must find A Fire Inside
Or sink in this Drowning Pool.
Have I become Disturbed and my soul Staind?
Or have I lost myself searching for Our Lady Peace
In the hopes that she would be my Lamb of God?