Poem Poem

John Andrist

I have a lack of originality.

I have a lack of creativity.

I have a lack of exclusivity.

Poetry requires all of these.

Poetry comes without ease.

My rhyming stinks of cheese.

I have a lack of originality.

I have a lack of creativity.
I have a lack of exclusivity.

I have a lack of me.

Words that twist and turn are fine.

But beat and tone and rhythm are mine.

Success runs a long a very thin line.

It's called good writing.

This which you read is no good.

Neither is the place where I once stood.

Today my mind is as rigid as wood.

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.