Roses are red
So it’s been said
Violets are blue
I’m sure that bores you
Feeling dried up inside
With nothing left to write
Originality has escaped me
Can’t be love without some blood

So take me off the shelf
I’m like anyone else
A comment addict whore
My ego restore
Recognition is my need
But first please tell me

What do I have to do
To win the poetry contest
I’ll inform you right now
I’m not nearly as good as all the rest
What do you
You want love
You want hate
You want God
You want faith
You want more
Or less
Just
Tell me
What do I have to do
To win your poetry contest

Should I
Write of poetic suicide
Steal another’s words
Just plagiarize
Should I
Write a rockin’ rhyme
A sweet love poem
In metered time

Should I
Go on the attack
Paint everything
A deeper darker black
Should I
Speak truth or lies
Claim poetic license
Stay where I hide

Alliterate my life
With reflective words
Articulate my strife
Esoteric free verse
That only means something to me
But first please tell me

What do I have to do
To win the poetry contest
It would make my mother proud
To know that I am among the best
What do you
You want sun
You want rain
You want fun
You want pain
You want more
Or less
Just
Tell me
What do I have to do
To win your poetry contest

Well
Fuck it
Just
Never mind
I must withdraw these shitty lines
I could go on and on
Singing this stupid song

You will find in the envelope
There is a blank check enclosed
Fill out the amount you will need
For the cost of three
Dark Poetry
Anthologies

Alliterate my life
With reflective words
Articulate my strife
Esoteric free verse
That only means something to me
But first please tell me

What do I have to do
To win the poetry contest
I’ll inform you right now
I’m not nearly as good as all the rest
What do you
You want love
You want hate
You want God
You want faith
You want more
Or less
Just
Tell me
What do I have to do
To win your poetry contest. . .

Thank you
Yours truly
From me

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