A beginning
a middle
an end
then again.

Formulaic throughout
to the bitter end.

Try something new
don't let it end
with you repeating
the same old thing again.

Structured perfectly
a copy cat's excuse
studying rhymes
he could never write
even if given
'til the end of time.

It's not because it's telling
it's just telling of you
thinking in another man's cursive
hiding that you have none
and would never know what to do.

Where's the message
your meaning is lacking
just alliterated sonnets
hiding an absence of depth
in you.