Bad Poem

This is bad.

I don’t write: The words just spew

Forth in a maelstrom of unending

Chaos, trying to find a new

Representation of meaning.

I don’t look back: new words are

All I strive for. Who needs to edit

When you can reach to jar

The reader with a poetic affidavit

To inspire,

To admire,

To ask for fire,

To kick through the mire,

All the way to the end of this

Bad poem.

Author's Note

I already know it's bad.