and i wrote a poem

and i wrote a poem

you know, it never rhymed

it had no meter

it did not have that zing

then i sat down

and decided to make it rhyme

but the words that the dictionary threw

didnt make sense to me.

i wanted to say something.

and i didnt want to say it long and boring.

so i chose to say it short. like nice and short.

maybe poetry was the way to go about it.

see, even everything i have written so far

doesnt resemble poetry nor prose

but i think its more accurate about everything that i want to say

like the previous sentence is long

and this one’s not.

bad.

the joy lies not in measuring my words or the rhymes

i know that is a skill.

a skill so beautiful.

but you know what

i never understood what they

ever tried to tell.

like look at the freedom i have

just freaking out

doing what i want

anything i please.

like the i before this sentence should have been an ‘I’.

but i dont give a damn.

randomly

i break the sentence

and move to the next

making you believe

like its some great poetry,

but i haven’t had such fun

ever before

see. I put a full stop now…..and somewhere up above I put a comma

where it makes sense I know noT. Yes. just like that.,

I made that T a cpital. And missed the a in that.

Which? that, ya that.

when grammar nazis focus more on whats being said

than proof chekcng this crap.

they;; ll understand the true joy of expression

but

how can they?

they’re busy checking the grammar, the rhythm, the meter, the spellnigs

and everything else that this poem is not.