Poemetics Poem by Sunil Vernekar

Automated meditated sanitized and reprobated...
Cancer was the last of the righteous
Catalonian reprobate.
I killed a fly. The fly killed me.
I hated the fly a little. Bit.
Poemetics ruined my life.
You see poemetics was about a girl then I think it
Became more.
Poemetics started to say a final thing, and it
didn't. Almost. I believe. It didn't. Maybe
I wish. But it didn't. Didn't. Didn't
Maybe. Good ole. But it didn't.