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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
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John Lawless
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