The email appeared in my inbox.
"You have a new scholarship available," it said;
I didn't want to write about a bunch of schlock,
So I chose to be truthful instead.
I really don't care much for poems,
I think that they're pretentious and dumb,
So do I write what makes me groan?
The answer is single, just one.
I need to go back to school,
I had to be dragged kicking and screaming,
But no one will hire a fool,
And with no money, applying held not any meaning.
So I submitted a poem to this site,
And now here's my second one,
I still think most poetry's emo shite,
But at least I try to make mine fun.
I hope that I win the money,
Even though it's such a long shot,
But even if I don't get any,
At least I don't look like a twat.