Banal Poems

Sometimes a poem
Starts with a whimper
And ends but no better
Is the word simper?
Unsaveable mess
The author does see
Carry me to bed
This terrible poetry
It may mean sleep is nigh
Or perhaps I’m not limber
Sets me back creatively
As Kesha yells timber
Perhaps pop songs will be all that remains
To this wordsmith most sour
After piling up pieces
Into a garbage pile
This humor will carry
Energize to the next
For it’s only me that will harry
A verse sodden text