Stop The Presses

Stop the presses
You get three good guesses
What stirred me
To write this poetry

Or I could but say
Because you got shit to do today
And don't care to guess
About the shitty triumphs
Of a  blank blank writer
Who seems yes destined
To sadly remain
A who the fuck is he
And why should I care
Of what he has to share

I got me a comment
My first hey fish
This is what I thought of that
And it moved me enough
To comment thus
And it was good to boot
So I went woot woot
It made my day it did

And that's your cause to verse
There are reasons worse
But dude
Not sound rude
But you do shame
To the goodful history
Of poetry itself
With dropping rhyme
Any damn time

Not my actual thought of course
That's like the snooty view
Of this thing I do
Because it comes naturally
And I'd write more
If I could write more with it
Like it's slower to write
So I write more of Petriation
And stories too
Just not of late

But blogging verse
As the leading form
Of my expression here
Just seems right
Whether it causes delight
I'd love it to
But poetry is
the least regarded art
So chances are
Well not too good

Though to be fair
It's only forty days since
So one in forty
Sure feels bad
But is it really

Yes damn fish
It's awful and sad
We think you're bad
We just don't care enough
To tell you so

So your mileage varies
That's all cool
But it's in my blood
My dna
I write each day
And that includes this
Which you would miss
If I went away
All sudden like

So the presses stopped
And got quiet like
A pin it dropped
The fish done went and got
Someone to share a thought
Now he can shut the fuck up
About his lack of comments
And maybe write good
That'd be nice
Aye that'd be nice to read for once

Charles Petrie

Date
08-09-19

Time
07:52-09:01=69 minutes

Word Count

346