I don’t know how to write a poem well,

I had to search online to find a guide,

And if I claim writing these words was hell,

I will have to admit that I have lied.

I cranked this stuff out in five minutes flat,

I really didn’t spend all that much time,

I swear I’m not a verbal acrobat,

I followed sonnet form and I was fine.

Why would I take some time out of my day,

To think, to believe, to wonder, to dream,

When it’s easier to think not, and say,

Some verbal garbage without any theme?

I don’t know why I wrote this piece of shit

I’m barely even fucking literate.

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