I want to write and win this contest
But creating poems is something I detest
Now bear with me because I do like reading them at least
But trying to create them turns me into an ugly beast
They say you must be creative to be the writing champ
But when I try, my mind begins to cramp
Some people have a way with language
I just sit here in mind-tormenting anguish
I love this website called writing-dot-com
But when it comes to poems, I want to cry to my mom
Now this is really bad for me
Seeing that I am thirty-three
I know this poem was probably a bore
I doubt it left you wanting more
I think I’ll leave while the getting is good
Yes, I really think I should
Wait one more second, give me one last chance
Would it be better if I added some romance
Or maybe some laughing, crying, or anger
But, by the look in your eyes, I see I’m in danger
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