Have you ever grown sick of writing poems that soar,
Filled with rainbows and roses and kisses galore?
Have you ever been filled to the bloody brim,
With poems that are sweet as saccharine?
Have you ever found that grandmas love what you say
And work your poems into their embroidery?
Have you ever heard Hallmark knocking at your door,
Asking for your poetry—your lyrics, your sonnets and more?
Has Poetry.com sent you a letter,
Telling you that, of all their poets, you are better
And you deserved to see
Your flowing lines in their Anthology?
Your poem with a hundred others is fame,
And only forty dollars down the drain.
Yes, now I’m ready to change my verse,
Maybe something witty and perverse.
I loved to dream cause my life was chaotic,
Now I long for something shocking and erotic.
To heck with what has come before,
Let me open some brand new door:
Maybe something new with a gimmick,
Maybe some nonsense or a shocking limerick.
Oh, don’t you see, I need to break away,
Who can write the same every bloody day?
What reasons are there for this new course,
A midlife crisis, a nasty divorce?
I’m only human; I do not know,
For I'm like a river, I just flow.
Dennis Lambert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-you-ever-grown-sick-of-writing-poems-that-s/
