Poetry

Poetry is a bitch

When you aren’t feeling it.

It is a dead balloon

With a hole in it

That ain’t going nowhere

No matter how much hot air

You blow into the damn thing.

Oh, shit.

It’s better not to write anything sometimes

And let time pass

Until

The right subject comes into mind

That inspires oneself.

Forget about broccoli farts

Fer Christ’s sake

Or how bad people smell

When they infiltrate your workplace.

Those might be good ideas

For poems

If they just flowed

From your fingers

To the keyboard

On which you are typing

And came out naturally

Like a good morning

Bowel movement.

But if you’re just trying to write something

To write for God’s sake

Let it alone.

Time will pass.

Life has plenty of lessons

And experiences

That you will be able to write

A somewhat

Decent/Mediocre poem about.

Now hit the delete button

And don’t print this page.