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