First time writing poetry.
You expect it to flow,
like you've slept with the muses.
No, its crap, total doggerel.
The ungifted deceive themselves
into pride.
Wannabe Rimbauds
they drink too much wine or
absinthe, live poetic lives to
match.
But the gifted crumple
up the paper, throw it in the
trash, not to be recycled.
Bad poetry is undeserving
of Reincarnation.
