My poems do not make sense
To me they are all nonsense
Why keep up the pretense?
I will go and sit on the fence
Think of something in my defence.
I am so spent,
my mind is all bent
My feelings I want to vent.
In the air my cries rent,
All the time I have spent!
On the paper my thoughts I have lent,
The words the heart meant.
Scrambled away, they went into a mindless tent
Overflowing with questionable intent,
of what I actually meant.
To say in a poem so spent
It failed to make a dent,
On anyone I knew.
I just want to spew,
My volcanic outburst
It just blew!
Me and my crew
God, my mind is so screwed
In words so few,
I will end this banter
Into a pub I will saunter,
And drown myself in a beer's canter!
