Crap

Wallowing in emotion
The poet bemoans fate
Revealing it for everyone
“Cathartic,” they say. Great (?!?)

Poems can express feelings
Some deep, some fiery
But most of them seem like
A teenager’s diary

Such drama, such emotion!
Such sorrow and pain!
How they never will ever
Be the same again

Yet the world goes on spinning
The sun keeps on rising
They survive, belching verses
Predictable, unsurprising

I cringe when I read
Every such poem
If I wrote such crap
I never would show ‘em