Why I Am Not a Poet

I’m no poet—not clever enough, attentive enough, too much going on, can’t focus in, don’t understand about line breaks, can’t think about these things too long, read too much prose, speak too plainly, no vocabulary, too much appreciation to give it a go, too much respect to dip in my toe, too cutesy when forcing the rhyme as above, then feeling I must go on and talk about love, more likely to end up with a pop song than anything nice, prone to homage, prone more to steal, can’t say really anything ‘cept how I feel (which is usually the lyric of a pop song), inclined to media, disinclined to wisdom, more likely to Wikipedia Derek Walcott than read him, head hurting too much, a head full of tired, uninspired. "You’re fired!"