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?