I wrote a poem the other day at work. It was pretty slow and I felt the need to express myself. After few hours of squeezing the poem juice out of my head, I realized something about myself.
I realized that I suck at writing poems.
My vocab is like Coors Light on tap,
adequate, but no taste.
I rhyme like a 4-year old.
Everything they say comes out cute,
everything I say comes out fobby.
I put s's where there shouldn't be.
It's because I missed grammer school in elementary,
or maybe I just want more of everything.
Most poems like this have 4 lines.
This one comes in threes,
like missing the toy with your happy meal.
Other people speak of things that stirrs our deepest emotions,
or words that tangles with our inner most desire.
I think of poop very often.
Oh woe is thy who cannot type.
For writing does not come with spell-check,
and numbers alone don't suffice.
In terms of the point of this rumbling,
besides the agony of your mind suffering.
I realized that I suck at writing poems.
