Poetastery: In Art Form!

Creativity

Deserts me

As I write

These Wrongs,

Whilst Righting

The World

With a Poets 

Rhythm less

Songs.

All along

Imposing this 

Need

To be

Nothing more than

An empty

Christmas Tree . . 

. . in

May . .

. . . a poetaster . . . 

I

Have Nothing

Much

To Say.

This 

Is

Poetastery

In

The Extreme,

All

I can Offer is

An

Entanglement

Of

Worms

Drowning

In

A Stream . . 

. . Of

Wordsmith Mediocrity.

But,

This Too Is

Art,

He (um, that's me) Declared

With the Bravado 

Of

A Bottomless

Fart.

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Ok, well I just felt like writing something! So be it . . .