Myself Included Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I am tired of dull poetry;
Of reading and writing it.
The words I choose to rhyme with never fit,
And the subjects never change.
This morning smelled strongly of rain
And I immediately thought
To romanticize the scent
And laud the sunrise.
However, restraint and a gag reflex
Stopped my pen before it rose.
As I paid my fare and found my seat on the bus,
The desire for realism and truth struck me:
Enough bullshit.
With that I came to the conclusion
That only terrible writers ever think they're any good.
So wipe the grin from your face
If you believe that excludes you.