I have tried to love.
I have yearned to hate.
I have been oh so hungry,
that I ate and ate and ate.

I have tried to be profound
and share the thoughts that matter.
Instead, I’ve contributed nothing
but an ass, growing fatter.

I have touched the sky
with metaphorical fingers.
I have kissed you hard–
with bad breath (that lingers!).

But I am done with poetry–
just you wait and see.
After all, poetry
was always done with me.