Hello friends. I have become a member of the highschool's poetry club. I've found it a lot of fun: the members are very bright and explore every form of poetry one can imagine, including rap and ska. I have no aspirations in these areas, but I have been asked to compose something to present to the club.
It is pretentious, pedantic, and pithy. But it was fun to write. I reproduce it here...
A Poem
by Eric
A poem
The sole reason I even
Tend to lift up my pen
Is to find internal rhyme
And what do I do then?
I play with the way
The verse rolls and unfolds
To see hidden meanings
And stories untold
But if language is all
that's a small way to dodge
The feelings that reading
The text may dislodge
If form over substance
Conforms ev'ry instance
Of tears that I've cried into
Rhymes I deride
Then in truth I'm aloof
And have not yet supplied
A poem
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