Sit down.
Think deeply now.
You wouldn’t want to be
another disappointment.
Place the pen on the paper.
Now scribble your thoughts…
down.
no, no, no.
That word doesn’t fit perfectly.
It’s like a puzzle goddamnit.
I know you can make all the pieces fit,
I promise you.
All you must do is
try a little.
Is it honestly that difficult?
My excuses?
I’ve been trying,
you see,
but these words
don’t fit
perfectly.
The rhythm is lost; there is no rhyme.
Fuck! This happens all the time.
Well, gee,
Don’t you see?
You just produced
Poetry.
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