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If you want to be a poet,
just pretend to be depressed.

Drink alcohol, cut yourself, &
pop pills.

Listen to angry music &
wear black every day.

If you dare to smile we will
cut you from the canon!

To be a poet is to be a disciple,
a saddened & sickened disciple.

If you aren't angsty & angry
you cannot be a poet.

Poetry is about sadness
& hate & anger.

Poetry is a way for teenagers
to hate their parents
& get away with it.

Alas, I cannot be a poet;
I believe in Heaven, you see,
or something like it
& enjoy life
immensely.
Yes, this is completely scathing
I don't know what to write,
because my mind is white.
A walk would be in order,
to get thoughts out of disorder.
As I'm trekking through the forest,
I get an idea! A florist
who goes to Vegas
and...encounters writer's block.
I just got writer's block while trying to write a poem and it turned out to be this random, rhyming poem with awesome alliterations in the notes. :)
Why did I do this?
Did this have to happen?
A big problem just came up in my life and wanted to take it back, so in a way this is like an apology poem.
What is life?
Is it a given time before death?
Or a blessing after pregnancy?
Is it simply an adjective that describes a living organism?
Or an insult, such as "You have a horrible life!"
Is it something I don't have?
Or something no one has fully accomplished?
What is life?
A bit of self-deprecating humor in the 6th line. :)
I welcome suggestions to what life is in the comments!

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