My carefully constructed poem about the lack of true content
/deep breath
Appalled
Shocked and Loathing
Lost, Down in Wonderment
Empty and Poor
Aghast.
Damn. That’s worth what, five chings? Oh wait, I need like fifty of those. Guess I need to start typing and posting. If only more thought was put into my content. If only I… wait, wait wait…
Cheap Whore
Bottom feeding
Recognition Facade
Creative Air
Vacant.
Those are even written in proper 2, 4, 6, 4, 2 format, what is that, a cinquain? No no, that's not it. It's something! A Quatrain? No, that's sets of fours. Well, some real poet could inform me I hope. Either one of them. Damn baby. Lick that plate clean.