My words are repetitive
An oh-so defiantly dull
Each poem takes on
Another's personality
Mimicking words in mocking lines
I am just a foolish idiot
Whirring like a stuck record.
My mediocre mind irritates
And my stomach recoils
In long-suffering turmoil
I loathe what I do
And I hate what I don't.
They say hate destroys
And I travel such paths
Poised on self-destruct