My poems suck.

My poems suck. Quite simply they do and there's only a few.

So poetry. dead. it is. What did I miss? nothing. I write.

in spite? Although I might.

Oh dear. I just had a horrific thought!

it's exactly what I sought! out of my luck?

It's a damn shame that my poems suck.

Say was last week, month, year?

What have I fear?

Nor will I soar. but I am I sore.

My poems are a bore.

I roar.

people scream "no more!"

This world is filled with lore.

Is there life in here for...

I forgot what I was going to write... Damn. well y'know what they say..

No?

Oh really?

What was I saying? Oh right a poem.

golly-gee.

The world isn't what I see.

hold up. I need to pee.
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Back,

How long was gone?

A month?!

Well hell... I glad I came out of my shell.
Broke free from my spell.
This poem will surely sell.

Because ironically this sucks. But it may actually be what makes my big bucks.

Winner of what? A contest? I contest! That's funny, Write? oops..
Right?

Lite, Light?

I can't spell.
My poems suck..
knowing my luck people will find it as a long poem.
Maybe a song poem?
Poem.
Poem.
poem.
poet?

I don't know it!

Get it?
No? Shut up?
Okay.

-Darclyfe-