oh, poetic muse
why must I write such trash sometimes?
what is the purpose of offering wondrous inspiration
and leaving one languishing in the aftermath of writing garbage
suffering the torment of brilliant lines
hidden in drivel
for to laugh is but to cry without the tears
emotional gushing for the sake
of public demonstration
but I digress—
mine is the lot of a genius
misunderstood
and unrecognized
far beyond simple poetry sites
why, dare I put myself among the greats…
I dare.
call me Dr. Suess as I can rhyme nonsensical
call me maya as I can wax political
call me morrison, I write high
call me hughes as I write impoverished and downtrodden
call me a poet –
sitting back and realizing I have gone too far
I wish there was a way to reign myself back for this brink,
But I rarely edit
and never abandon works
even crap like this –