Isn't it interesting
That the only time
I have nothing to say
And nothing to rhyme

Is when my talent
I must showcase
For quite likely
A nutcase

I have a sense of humour
And I was "Lena Waters"
I forgot my email
Don't let me have daughters

Perhaps my finest work
(For angst does not equal art)
But my ******* profound conclusion is?
Poetry's still in my heart.