I'm going to write you a poem,

Not one that rhymes or follows a certain pentameter,

just one that breaks at odd places

and doesn't have a flow.

For I don't follow the rules,

this is my poem and I'll do what I want with it.

I don't want to dot my i's or cross my t's,

but I do WanT to capitalize raNdom letters and make one line incongruously longer than the rest.

I also want to use the word “incongruously,”

mainly because it's a larger word

and using it makes me sound a little bit smarter.

 

 

This is a new stanza.

And this is the second line of it.

Here's another new one,

but it's going to be much longer than the last

because I want it to be

and you can't tell me what to do.

Maybe I'll even make up my own words,

“coladoscape” sounds nice, or maybe “dehyren” will do.

Who's going to stop me? You?

I don't care what you think, haven't you been reading?

This poem is mine, and my cares are receding.

See? I can rhyme if chose,

but this is my poem, so I have nothing to lose.
I don't want to rhyme according to your discretion

for your opinion doesn't matter, this is my confession.

 

 

The truth is I'm writing this because I have writer's block,

I'm tired of following standards, so I make up my own;

rules in accordance to my book, and mine alone

in hope that this writer's block will turn into a novelist's circle.

Because that's what I want to do with my life,

write books for a living.
See I'm not a very good poet, but my stories are intriguing,

it's just that I'm lazy and my creativity suffers from it,

I need to get out of my metaphorical closet and walk into the kitchen

so that I can make a sandwich of words that you can read from crust to crust,

and yes I mean a book, don't you understand?

I'm trying to fight this off before it gets out of hand.

It's a tedious task, but I find it worth doing.

Because it's something I love and that's what matters.

This is the end of my poem, I don't care if you liked it.