13 Jun It’s Cliche To Write About

The sun
The moon
The stars
The sky
Your mom
Your dad
A girl
Or guy
Your love
Or loss
And tak-
Ing breath

How small
We are’s
Been done
To death!

And drugs
And God
And sex
And pain
Are so
Cliche
Like tears
In rain

Wri-ting
On time
Or space
Or lies
Or greed
Or sin?
I’ll roll
My eyes

Your place
In time
And heart
Of gold
Are not
Unique
It’s get-
Ting old!

Col-ours
And shapes
Weather
Seasons
Why’s it
Cliche?
Lots of
Reasons

Every
Poem
And all
Your rhymes
Stolen
Rehashed
A thous-
And times.
Poe wrote
On dreams,
Coleridge,
The sea
Whitman,
Lincoln
And kings,
Shelley.

Every
Concept’s
Been Done,
Alright?
Bet-ter
Than you
Would ev-
Er Write

So curse
And shout
“God damn
It all!
Nothing
I write’s
Orig-
Inal!”

But that’s
Okay
Because
Who cares?
Poets
Don’t read
An-y
But theirs.