Contest Entry

I was told to write a poem using five words,
well, more or less phrases,
so that I could win my name in a magazine,
or something.
I sat for a minute, and thought, why not?
I'll go on ahead and throw my dynamite to the sea!
Whats the worst that could happen?
If they don't like my stuff, well too bad,
I suppose, it's not the end of the Summer.
And it's not like this contest thing is that big a deal,
really,
even if I win I will still be sitting here, 
eating my burnt toast,
depressed about the failed pantomime horse she and I became,
not a single step closer to being as famous or rich as Oprah,
Dr. Phil, or even stupid David Hasselhoff.
So, sure, I'll go on ahead and enter this contest,
it should be fun,
all I have to do is put down some words,
and the rest is out of my hands,
so enjoy, judges, enjoy.