Its a bit funny how
If given the time you should write
And if you have the effort
It should rhyme
Horribly and cringily like this
And when reading it you should keep in time
And its a good opportunity for
'Self betterment' or some bullshit
So you shouldnt whine
But rather wine
Like a forty year old mum of 3
If the bottle presents itself
As well as
Spirits and beers and tonics
Goon if your bogan heart so wish pleases
Simplee
Yes like the off brand noodles
Simplee put
If the alcoholic teat presents itself
Mine should latch upon ifBut wait
Whoops
Oo fuck
Mistakes were made
I seem to be
Poetically drunk
But at least I'm not high
Or a disappointment to my parents
Wait
Mistake number two
Has been made
Precariously close to number one
I will just have to assume that I am the buffoon of this underworld
And that what I write and utter and gesticulate, do and walk
Has no direction
Its simply a way
With no way
And a flow
To a seemingly non existent
Uncertain
Non descript
Fictional
Metaphorical
Coordinate
But hey
Who knows
Perhaps a swig of whatever's in the nearest bottle
Will provide answers
Or a strong enough blow to my head to make me forget them
And a few other things too
Oh god i could never be a professional at this
I lose direction, meaning and everything by the end of each piece
And
I dont think thats how its meant to be
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe