“HA! HA! HA!” by Brett Electra Devlin


It seems to me I am mediocre,
I am the ruler of all mediocrity.
It seems to me I am a joke
that yields no serious punch line.
I must be wearing blinders
for I cannot see the obvious.
I am no writer,
I am a joke!
A clown!
Surely I am a fool!
For I cannot rhyme two words...
this poem proves it.
Why do I fool myself so,
with a talent of which none I possess?
I can put pen to paper and fool no one but myself.
I rant and rave about the poet I will someday be.
I am not one now, how will I be one later?
My desire is greater than any ability possessed.
It seems to me I am a minion,
an inferior crony to the craft.
God has vent his humor on me.
He has given me no writing talent,
only talent to recognize it.
It seems to me I will never write great literature,
only read it.
It seems to me I will never write gifted poetry,
only read it.
And it seems to me I am a greater fool to read it,
if I am never to write it.