Stuff You Blah

I think sometimes, poetry. Jesus.
Why on earth? And I just hate it.
I say to myself all kinds of stuff.
And I hate a lot of it.
And then, I even notice that other poets
are awful too. I hate hate.
Now the fun starts. You're like,
Fuck. Also, whole parts of my life I can't
comprehend. Especially with words.
Oh god people! I'm drying up in here.
I'm hollow hollow hollow.
You've got ideas. Me too.