I just don't know how to end

these stupid poem I have to write

I could talk about agony and pain

but I pretty sure you're sick hearing about that


Here starts the fifth line

and I'm still without a single clue

No inspiration for me tonight

just random words pretending to be some important truth


I'm still struggling with myself

It's time to let the ideas flow

but if I couldn't let them flow before this verse

I will not find those right words


And now I'm about to finish this sensless act

Stoping the useless act of posmodernism you read

But before I return to the old cliches I will try

To thank you for reading this stupid shit


Roses are red

violets are blue

I'm oficially done with experimental poetry

And I'm sure someone among you too