Worthless Artistry

I am no poet.

My crafted words
die before they leave my lips.
My artful phrases
lie in a gutter of self-debasement.

I am no poet.

Ruled by a form
I cannot master.
Rebellion unnecessary,
Revolution pointless.

I am no poet.

No grace flows
From this ball-point pen.
Twenty-nine pence
To write;
to cry.


I am no poet.