the world is such a piece of shit
can't take my mind off possiblities
to make my name a somebody
a million and half schemes
all end up becoming dreams
why must few have all the luck
when any schmuck can write a poem
what sets my poetry a part
from any others on this Earth
it's just some words written out
upon my notepad on my screen
yet it feels so fun and fancy-free
is this the creative outlet that I seek?
I may never be that somebody
tho I'll keep writing 'till I die
there's no other good use of time
if I inspire the world somehow
then all must be going well
it's hard to create something fresh
when your competition is
descended from the skies
makes me want to praise her name
Praise Poppy, long may she reign
my verses may not be well planned
but most are grown organically
by the motion of my hands
in a matter of few minutes
some may say that's quite a skill
but if that were true
why I feel so awkward when
someone always says
they have something
they've been working on
for their entire life
allowing for more time
to cultivate something fine
than some rancid old slop of mine
seeping on your platter
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Notepad Work
PoetryDuring times of boredom, it is easy to get lost in a world of words by typing into a Notepad box. Staring at your screen all-day with a million options. So why can't I ever choose how to spend my time instead of playing around with a bunch of rhymes?
