Much like this “poem,” this isn’t a poem at all. Or maybe it is. I don’t know the rules of poetry. They’re just two jokes that I wrote that aren’t very funny that I’m hiding under the guise of poetry. Oh… and I didn’t even write them as an adolescent.
I break my own rules all the time. Who am I to tell me what to do. Anyways, here’s the poem. Much like the aforementioned Beauty of Winter poem, I recorded it over a background track.
In an attempt to finally rid myself of this horrible,
Horrible habit of mine
I joined a twelve step program.
To quit counting.
The whole thing seems a bit counterproductive right now,
but I’m counting on it to fix my problem.