Bad Poem

Bad Poem

I'm writing this now so that all can see
I am limited by nothing but myself, just me.
I write what I please with no care at all,
To fit into something to please the call
Of every one of you who decides to read this,
Waiting for something you're destined to miss.

You see, I write poorly if I please.
Poetry is my newly loved disease.
I strive to create magic through word and rhyme,
But only when I feel like it, only in time.
Sometimes I try so hard to please too much.
You can tell, poetry has become quite the crutch.

So I write this bad poem for all of you,
To prove to myself, to show what I can do.

So hear we go.
There's no more ryme.
This is my bad poem.
Ruined for amusment
And self-satisfaction.
Sorry to disapoint,
But I want to be free.