I call it bad poetry. Sometimes it's just stacked lines. Sometimes it's banal and trite. I break the academic rules and write songs to be sung by fools. Maybe I don't suffer enough to write about tragedy and love. I call it bad poetry. Maybe I'm out of touch. There is such a thing as too much subtlety, maybe not enough, or maybe I impress myself too much. Maybe I'm insecure and out to lunch and, although I want the world to hear, I try to beat the critic to the punch. I call it bad poetry manic rudimentary ramblings of a man child with poetic constipation and stuck in a quatrain rut. This feeling is nagging Is it a love song, or self indulgent bragging? Set a rhyme up here and there. words are words and there is plenty to spare. Mind is racing- feet are dragging Just one more rhyme will get me there. Then freestyle for a while with that smug self satisfied smile, and write some more bad poetry.
I just want to say hello. I don't know much about this site. There are icons that I don't know the meaning of, so this is my hello to everybody.