Me Too

A beginning

a middle

an end

then again.

Formulaic throughout

to the bitter end.

Try something new

don't let it end

with you repeating 

the same old thing again.

Structured perfectly

a copy cat's excuse

studying rhymes 

he could never write

even if given 

'til the end of time.

It's not because it's telling

it's just telling of you

thinking in another man's cursive

hiding that you have none

and would never know what to do.

Where's the message

your meaning is lacking

just alliterated sonnets

hiding an absence of depth

in you.