Reading a lot of verse
full of wit – it hits me:
I’m not the slightest bit funny.
In fact, I’m miserable – and that’s worse.
I love the words I can laugh at
or cringe at the poet’s fate.
I mean, yeah, the best term for ‘late’
I came up with from a day was
‘period-late’. What’s funny about that?
(Don’t worry, you might not be pregnant –
you might even be male)
My writing itself may be laughable
for all I know,
and if you think so,
delude me with ‘likes’,
become a follower.
I’ll keep on writing
and have you laughing forever.
My metaphors may even get shitter.