I open my laptop and type a few words
But they don’t fit even one bit
Tap, tap, tap, I delete the phrase
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****

I can't find the letters that would work together
I try to say the things that I need to
but all that I write is as good as a broken kite
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****

The lights glare around me and I try to focus on the screen
I lean on the soft sofa sitting so still
The words are just devils trying to **** they poke me with their horns and claws as they scratch me from hell
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****

I spell out a rhyme and it just takes all my time
I might be my own worst critic but **** this **** is pathetic
the words are as bumpy and misshapen as guards
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****

I work and work to no avail
I type a bit and then I stop and restart this cycle
click click click then delete, tat tat tat then delete, tap tap tap then delete and start over again
This is harder than making a dandelion turn into a roaring lion

I look around for advice and find someone to ask
I show my mom what I've written 'it's great' she responds
***** please I say nobody will be blown away
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****

I focus on making the poetry about me
and some things come to mind and I begin to poke at the keyboard,
a blind man trying to make his way on a path
I look at what I've written and then I say aloud
aww **** its about a duck
and I think as I sit how I **** at this ****