You've been meaning to write something in here.
Every day you're reminded of your neglect.
There's simply not enough time.
Once you find a spare moment,
Everything you wanted to write,
To delight people with,
Becomes this half-hearted, vacuous drivel.
You really are better than this.
You know you can write better than this,
Yet you don't seem to prove this.
People question your legitimacy.
Perhaps you are legitimately stupid.
You find other ways to detract
From your lack of eloquence.
So you write this sloppy whine
In second person.
You think it's so clever,
But it's just pretentious.
You turn it into a poem.
You're just adding line breaks
To every couple of words.
What is a good poem anyway?
This is getting too difficult.
You want to wrap this up quickly.
So it becomes just another vacuous post.
A half-hearted attempt at poetry.
An eye-sore passing as writing.
You post it online.
Now people know
Just how shit you are