Another Poem? Okay...
I don’t think I can take
Writing another poem
There’s only so many I can make
They’re so bad, I can’t show ‘em
My mind never races fast
My frustrated meter has been surpassed
Because when I write poetry
The words don’t seem to flow… etry?
Yeah, I know that was bad
My ideas have dried up
And that makes me mad
I have no inkling of an idea
Of what’s going on
You know, this poetry stuff is tough to defeat
Please help me John Keats
This poem is about:
Me