Ok, so I’ll start with some words

And a few rhymes

I guess that’s what makes a poem

Most of the time

See what I did there?

I said “rhymes” and then “time”

Wait, what?

That’s not a rhyme?

Shut up!

It kinda rhymes

Anyways, I finally made it to verse 2

I don’t care what you say

It’s a verse to me!

You professionals can keep your pie holes closed

It’s my poem, not yours

So there,

Ok, now I’ll say something deep

And depressing

Here I go,

[ahem!]

Oh, how I drown within

The deep pool of depression

I’m swallows up by guilt and shame

I need someone to take away

My pain

Ta dah!

There,

It’s a freaking poem!

I don’t care what you say!

“Swallows” is a good word

I know you professionals

Would say something like

“Swallowed”

Pfft! Boring! See?

Mine’s amazing

Shut up!