A poem a day, what was I thinking?
When my ideas dry up, and my poems start stinking?
I’d be snickered at, jeered, ’til my last breath.
Or be unfriended by you, a fate worse than death!
I don’t know what to post, and don’t give a tweet.
If I could produce something coherent that would be oh so sweet!

I had such high hopes, and my dreams did spiral.
Poems made famous by a virus, shared blogs going viral.
What could explain painting myself in a literary box?
Perhaps I’m losing it behind all these bolts and locks.

This piece of trash belongs in the circular file.
At least I will have time to work on poetry for a while.
I know, I’ve heard it, these rhymes are a bore.
Please remember, Dear Reader, you get what you pay for.

This isn’t easy, like making a rabbit appear by magician.
The fact I’m doing it indicates an underlying condition.
This isn’t good, I was never a trendsetter,
But please don’t give up now, I promise to do better.