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