Said I’m not poetic
You insist I try this thing
Gave it my best effort
All its brought is pain

I can’t write like others
With depth and blue despair
My rhymes are very silly
As if I didn’t care

Sometimes I don’t get
What others try to say
It seems complicated
And so out of the way

I’ll stick to writing prose
It’s the best thing that I do
And leave the heavy lifting
To poets, such as you.