I want to write a poem,
but my legs won't reach the ground.
I want to write a poem,
but there's iodine in my coffee.
I want to write a poem,
but he never smiles back
and the air is too polluted
and the band can't play
and my curtain's always closed
and the inspiration isn't coming.
I want to write a poem
so bad in my heart
but my brain says stop.
I want to write a poem
but Prince already did it
and some other people wrote
a poem the exact same way
so I might as well give up
before I even start.
This work by Scott Stewart is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.
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