I’ve decided I’ll try
this self indulgence.
So I’ll perhaps be here
for quite some time.
There that’s three “i”s already
I’m off to quite a sensational start.
Now let me begin from at the top
for now I’ve started I’ll never stop.
How do I feel? Well
not so bad, I suppose
I can’t complain, although
I think that if I did
No one would listen.
Ah there, think I’ve got the idea
Maybe I’m sad and I just don’t know it
I suppose that’s the life of a cliched poet.
Oh woe the thoughts
within my head
of blood and pain and strife.
It’s just so hard
I’m just so deep
And my parents hate me
When will they understand
Please comment my myspace,
and add my band.
Well now I’ve had a go
I really must stop,
it’s all a bit too much.
I’ll have to return now
to writing about real things
Like the world around us all.
I’ll leave this to some other elf
to bore us; with talk of self

I really appreciate this
I really appreciate this kind of whimsical self-deprecation. It’s so liberating to stop taking ourselves too seriously all the time. Well written, my poet friend, you made me smile.
Mike
“not all matterings of mind equal one violet” ~ e e cummings ~
I like how there is no rat poison
or blades, or nooses or all the self destructive jibberish that most I have seen contain. Well done poet with style and grace :)
Truly,
Mark
very nice
I (lol) do like the lightness of your poem we all write for different reasons but have one in common
It is a catharsis
well done
Chrys