This is the poem I write for myself.
I have no following but if I did
this poem would tell them to go to hell.
It will not stop the wars or feed the kids,
nor will it spark a moral for today.
This poem really doesn’t give a shit
about the zeitgeist nor how it might rate
against its siblings. It’s free of content.
It has no cornerstone to celebrate,
nor does it spew out vowels so it can paint
a visual feast impossible to sight.
But keep looking for meaning if you want
or if you’ve time. Good luck with that. Goodnight.