Imterrible Poem by Maxwell Searcy

I'm awful at pentameter.
I couldn't catch a slant rhyme with a mit
except that I know orange will
rhyme with door hinge, which can be spelled with or without an interword hyphen.
I'm lame when it comes to playing pingpong.
I can't pray my way out of a paper bag.
Your Catholicism confuses the hell out of me.
And I know why, but doubleyew, ex, andzee elude even the most evolved chunk of my brain. Especially the you part.
I fail miserably at cleaning my room and my locker.
I know you keep a binder for each class, but
I keep a binder for every class.
You may be the bad kid in your family,
but at least you don't bleat too ba-adly.
I mean, look at me.
I can't even really finish a poem.
But I can start one or two too to apologize.
I'm sorry it isn't the right time yet.
But, maybe I'm just too terrible for you?