bad poetry

Ode to a Process essay
You sit with writing as your intention
Yet nothing is born of your comprehension
The goal is an essay
That was due yesterday
This will surely take some invention

The words in your thoughts are mired
And tho you’re quite assuredly tired
The keys you must pound
And the cursor goes round
Until the process idea is acquired

You’ve tried to describe delicious dishes
Building garages, catching fishes
You’re getting antsy
Not tickling your fancy
These are not your writing wishes

You’ve played with iambic pan
Tameter isn’t for you, man
How about some haiku
To see you through
Until you have process in the can

Thought about riding and golfing and dancing
Of drawing and painting and romancing
Of fixing and making
And growing and baking
About anything but prancing

Why must my ideas always fight
Like children crying “I’m right!”
None’s going pop
None’s on top
I guess I’ll give up tonight