Drowning In Tedium

[vagabond]

won’t someone stop this constant din 
of poets rhyming everything:
“oh, i’m so quirky, i’m the shit,
i’ll brighten up this place a bit,
with tediously edgy rhymes,
‘bout drinking, smoking, and sexy times;
till my bipolar takes a dive,
and i wish i’d committed suicide.”

i am tempted to post another one about smoking, the most passive way to commit suicide.

cigarettes cause cancer
but this day is too long
for planning ahead
no immediate force challenges,
so i surrender
to this easy addiction,
the one repetition ingrained
to make a chemical sense.
small bursts of transmitters
to please me, the quitter.


oops, just did it.
note the forced rhyme in the last two lines and the stupid (if only coincidental) alliteration in the first