My last Poem

Urgency
for scripting expressions,
has been sinking
lately.

Destination
or outcome,
of my poetic adventure
remains unknown.

Some critics praised my style,
saying its unique.

Yet a few observed
my lines stick out
as items of a "shopping list".

I've tried to welcome them all,
with open arms

A couple of "friends" inquired,
whether it can be an alternative
source of income!

Does creativity exist in city-bred minds,
rather,
should creativity exist?
I had to shot back.

Yet they are unstoppable
in their relentless efforts,
blocking "insipid verses"
in me.

Perhaps no one needs them,
nobody wants
to feed on them

So I'm finally,
reluctantly,
calling it a day!

Adieu.