Much More Fools

writers are a maddening bunch

I tried to tell a story

Yet, fell flat upon my face

Not because I had no words

Just because I had no grace

 

Letters they fell together

But phrases there were none

I shoved them closer than ever

Although, the more I did they sounded dumb

 

What’s a writer without a notion

An idea or some kind of thought

A damn ship without an ocean

Or a kum without the quat

 

I guess I could go on and on

But what’s the reason for

It’s just a bunch of gibberish

That this reader will ignore

 

In conclusion of my so called poetry

Or any chance of prose

I will add a bit of morality

If I knew how the hell it goes

 

Let’s see, don’t do drugs, a hint of sex

And make sure to stay in school

Then when you feel the need to write

You’ll either join the genius or accompany us fools

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting poem. I liked the last part of the poem too. School is important even if you're bad at it, like me.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, for the kind comment.

[Gee]

It's all there, the content is fine but for me the cadence was to far off when read aloud.
Good morning.

[Michael G. Smith]

thanks for the input.