Poetry Sucks

The muse just kicked a garbage can The you know what just hit the fan I mutter “I can write…I can” The keyboard trembles ‘neath my touch Words not enough…or way too much The Limerick now a useless crutch I even opened the Thesaurus Got lost within the meaning’s forest Wandered through the meanings porous Alas my fingers once were nimble made the complex rather simple changing warts into a dimple I try to give it latitude Allow a bit of attitude Avoid the dreaded platitude I edit it with nips and tucks Eliminate the WTF’S And yet, at times, Poetry Sucks