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I wrote a new poem last night

but it’s a piece of shit

just couldn’t grasp the flow

it’s awkward mediocrity

filled me with disgust

stirred my Catholic guilt

and made me recite Hail Marys

and Our Fathers and a few

of the other prayers that might

buy me forgiveness for my sins

I wrote a new poem last night

but it’s a piece of shit

unworthy of a man like me

my shame is enormous

my head is between my knees

It gnaws at me that I did—

that I wrote such garbage

and I promise insincerely

to never, ever do it again

commit such grievous offense

I wrote a new poem last night

but it’s a piece of shit

and I can’t deal with it

I can’t accept this defeat

I can’t accept this failure

I have to transcend the seat—

rise above my mental toilet

that sinks into oblivion

I wrote a new poem last night

but it’s a piece of shit. . .