As far as my understanding goes,
A poet very rarely knows
The journey he'll take when pen rests upon paper.
Will it be a love story, or some ******-Doo caper?
But I guess I don't know much about poetry,
Because, as others keep telling me,
A poem begins with an inspiration
Spurred on by a healthy dose of devotion.
But I'm rarely inspired, I write
barely, and most of it is trite.
But I take comfort in the fact
That, while my writing is lacking tact
Or symbolism, or inspiration, or even meaning,
At the end of the day, It always leaves me smiling,
And that's all I need.