Bad Poet
I like to write
Though I’m not very good
Put my thoughts on paper
As I’m told I should
Helps clear your head
Now you can think straight
It’s easier than a journal
Which winds up being complaints
It’s like venting your soul
Letting go a lot
A way to talk to God
Or process your thoughts
I don’t want to know
What Poe or Silverstein would say
But it’s something I enjoy
So I’ll do it anyway
