No. 2

Poems are garbage from stricken souls
Some better than others or so I am told
A clever phrase here, a twisty-do there
Did Shakespeare really wear underwear?

Drill down to the truth
and just let me loose,
Poems are garbage without any use!
A collective consignment of looky-loo juice
When I was a kid I stole for a livin'
I stole for a livin' without any muse.