one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish

I’m sick of all the whiny poets
and all their sad words
that, on the surface look polished and feather dusted, like they mean something deep
but deep down their just formal, functioning, boring, long-winded
even now, I’m following form
i did it when I was 17, getting drunk
with the artsy drunks - who were turned on by the real drunks " and that was form - though I didn’t know it then
when you do it because you have to
but deep down you want to
but then opt not to
because you get bored of why you did it in the first place
like trying to build a relationship
it’s a fort in the bedroom
it was a hell of a lot of fun stacking those pillows
but sooner or later even pillows have to sleep
and all those days you wore that vest
on every date, even alone at the cinema
just to please the one you built the fort for
are taken away
to relationship jail
and then you’re back to the beginning
not of time
you can’t get that back
but of the page
and you remember what you really should have written
and then those annoying poets do it better
they’ll just dance on someone else’s floor
and not even bother to sweep up after themself