I must apologize in advance,
This poem is not my best,
It could be my worst,
But,
I’m writing it anyway.
It’s got clichés,
It’s got melodrama,
It’s got allegory,
But,
Its original anyway.
It’s a rough draft,
Written on a bar napkin,
With a stripper’s red pen,
But,
It’s about love anyway.
I’m pretty sure it won’t get awards,
It won’t ever be published,
It’ll only sell to the Guiness Book of World Failures,
But,
You’re reading it anyway.
Umm… I forgot the poem I was apologizing for,
Ideas don’t stick around forever,
But,
It was probably a terrible poem,
Anyway.



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