I haven't stuck to the project I planned
(Although, to be fair, I didn't schedule)
Out of guilt I grab my keyboard and slam
Hoping the filler will serve as art fuel
Referring to RhymeZone though I should not
Typing on Blogger instead of in Word
Things are not going as they surely ought
Though my endeavor remains as absurd
The worst writing is all about itself
Its process, intention, and author too
It will never be taken off the shelf
People all thing that it reads like it's poo
Now I'm resorting to the juvenile
Shakespeare would rue how his verse I defile!
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