Ars Poetica*

I can't help it
I like my writing to rhyme
Do you hate me?
I hear you
Louder and clearer
Than my own voice
You think I'm hopelessly uncool
(I know I am)
I need to be more avant garde
(This is true)
I lack modernity
(Yes)

I wish I could string mismatched
Words together with
Careless brilliance
Without rhyme, though,
My words seem incomplete
Half written
Like a child's wish list
An unfinished argument
Waiting for closure
Or maybe not
I have to make sure my shit's backed up
Giddyup
I couldn't resist
My rhymes exist

*A poem praising poetry or written about poetry, or even about the poem a poet is writing at the moment.