Bad Poetry Poem by John Lance

People always said my poems were quite bad.
They said they were simple,
with a simple rhyme scheme.
Indeed, they weren’t wrong.

They said I wasn’t expressing myself enough
because I followed the rules.
They said I needed to be free
or else I was failing to express me.

So I tried it their way.
I spit some random words on a page.
I removed the pesky little words that made it make sense
and added some nonsensical imagery to top it off.

They hailed it a masterpiece and cheered.
It was so well thought out, they said.
It would enlighten society!
They could finally see me.

I looked them in the eye,
I said I’m glad that you do.
Now could you please explain it to me?
Because I haven’t a clue.