Full of words
too stupid to say,
I sing the verse
and sing it loud.
when the poet sings, nobody dances;
but he’s so sad!
he sings in 6/8 time and past tense
crying about things he’s never really felt
using euphemisms he’s never really meant
dreaming of the places he wishes he never went to
somehow making up his mind
that it will all come in due time
and that the ending will be just fine
so long as he can finish the line
with gentle rhythm and imperfect rhyme.