I have to keep restressing

the importance of impressing

(although maybe I’m obsessing)

other poets as we’re harnessing

our skills and we’re hissing

our words and harmonising

little songs and imposing

our opinions into retrogressing

cycles, where no one’s progressing

I have to say it is depressing;

Is my poetic skill regressing?

Well I’m beginning to get that impression

This whole affair has become oppressive,

Wait was that a slant rhyme I just let in?


The End

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