Jack Growden (1997 / Townsville, Australia)
The Pointless Verse
Languishing at the desk under a dreadful curse,
Just take me away now in the back of a hearse!
Encumbered with rage
I put pen to page
And make mindless scribbles instead…
In a violent scrawl
Of nothing decent at all;
I describe the scene of my head.
But like a stubborn trout
The words won’t come out
And the harder one tries it only gets worse.
Until one is left with something like
This pointless little verse…
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