I pen some of the worst poetry
you'll ever read
yet it is mine
you can never take it from me
I wrap myself in it
likened to my baby blue blanket
I feel the pain of a missspppellled word
I don't always catch it
Who is society to judge my verse?
this is a curse
taking a turn for the worse
I feel like quitting, yet to no avail
I forge onward
My pens out of ink
my cat just pooed in the litter box
man! does it stink
gotta calm my nerves or make them worse
get a stiff drink
got writers cramps
out of meds
what can I do?
deal with pain
get a new piece of paper
and write again
At least you are honest of your write and this makes wonderful as you caught some readers to make them smile, so do I...........
What you perceive as things just going more downhill..may actually be a good day for the cat... (smile)
Brother..sister.. this is the truth.. and in this... i sin like you...iip.. :) Perhaps mores so.. if not worse..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Matt, keep writing sometimes worse is best and sometimes more is less who are we to judge? David