• Poems are not me.
    Why should they be?

    Because I don’t have the time,
    I cannot rhyme!

    People want me to write more
    But what the hell for?

    I write stories in the morning
    Those are not boring.

    I write stories at night,
    Those have a lot of might.

    So again I will ask why
    While you chase after that fly!

    Why must I write poems
    I have nothing to show ’em!