I wonder why my poetry is unreadable
Why can't i come up with something that would satisfy
For months i've been typing down my ideas
My emotions that at the time seemed relevant
Ended up being drafts because the more i thought
My words became garbage
I couldn't stand all those overused verbs
With structure and meaning that kept repeating
Like superhero movies but at least they make money.

What i need is a self-pleasure from reading
Cleverly crafted sentences, comparable jacking off to an asian lady
So why is it only grannies that i find, why is my mind so limited
Even with a privilege for anything i desire
Why can't i write poetry that would light my **** on fire.