Is anyone reading my work? It
Is making me feel like a jerk. Carry
On I must or I’ll feel like turning to dust.
Making lines rhyme makes feel like
I’m wasting my time. What rhymes
With one word doesn’t rhyme with
Another. Oh, brother, what can I do?
Simply stick to verse or find myself a nurse –
One that can tell me what to do, and not
Tell me I’m feeling ill.
Maybe there is a pill that I could take to
Make my poetry sound okay. Until then,
I’ll carry on as before. So keep reading
And I’ll keep writing. After all, somebody
Must think my work is inviting.
So don’t worry, I won’t stop, not unless
I need to go to the shop! Even then I
Won’t feel that I want to stop.