Insomnia

This poem sucks
although I wrote it
I beg posterity
not too quote it

Vault it up,
throw key away
and never see
the light of day.

Some people write
because they like to
Dare take their pens
they'll even fight you
Kick dirt in eye
they'll scratch and bite you.
Call you, "censor"
And ever spite you.

And if they get their
pens returned
They'll dip those quills
in ink that burns.

And turn their ire
in scathing verse
that eviscerates you
with their curse.

As for me, I'd rather
I did not write.
But these verses
keep me up at night.

If you took my pen,
I'd go insane.
With constant bother-
some refrain:

"Poet!  Poet!
Render us to page!"
Shut up verse!
I've job with wage!

"Poet!  Poet!
Do make us born!"
No one reads verse!
They'd rather watch porn!

"Poet!  Poet!
Let's have our say!"
I already told you
to go away!

"Poet!  Poet!
Rouse and write!"
So bothersome!
It's middle of night!

Gone are the days of
William's spear.
A poet's lance,
not welcome here.

We've internet now
no need for bards.
We've Angry Birds
no use for cards.

And the minstrels?
Sadly unemployed.
And reality television
I'm so annoyed.

When drama queens they
have more sway
than those with worthy
things to say

But let's face facts:
poetry is dead.
So won't you please,
get out of my head?

Run along
and let me sleep.
The world loves shallow,
abhors the deep.

Skilled in art form
too arcane.
Most scratch their heads
and call it lame.

Tell me why
I should take the time.
To count out meter
and stamp out rhyme?

Regale an audience
exactly where?
No one read poems:
they do not care!

Some see dead people
I hear verse!
Skeleton stanzas:
that's my curse.

Fine!  Shut up!
I'll get up and write you.
I'm really starting
to not quite like you.

How come you never
let me sleep?
The world loves shallow,
abhors the deep.

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Not sure if I captured anything of worth here, or if this is just another midnight babbling.  I guess I have a love/hate relationship with poetry.  On the one hand (and you may disagree) it seems to come naturally to me, but it's kinda like having a useless skill... a stupid human trick.  I used to think I was born in the wrong age, but maybe that's too dramatic... more likely poetry is one of those supposed to be vestigial organs that for some reason is too active in me.  Like a human with a tail or gills, I have poetry (okay, now I'm definitely being dramatic).

Anyway, I thought it might be fun to mock myself in verse, hope it was at least entertaining :)  I'm going to bed now... finally.

Evil twin, out!