William O. // META POEM

Here’s a cop out,

Here’s a follow up,

Here’s something to fill the time,

Here’s a rhyme,

And here I try to make myself seem different from everyone else.

 

Here’s some repetition.

Here’s some more.

By here you’re getting bored,

By here, quite honestly, I am too.

By here I’m running out of ideas,

But right here, this is the eleventh line, and I rather like the number 11.

 

Here I’ll try something different.

Hear the way this works?

Hear how that’s not really a word anymore?

Hear how oddly pleasant it is?

Here, you see, you know what’s going to happen.

 

There.

This right here was predictable,

But hey.

Poetry isn’t my thing.

But I’m arrogant and self centered, and I think I’m worth a lot more than I objectively am,

So here’s some angsty bullshit

And here I try to make myself seem different from everyone else.

 

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