I'm Sorry. This Fucking Mess is Upsetting Me

 

The poem that I've written here

Expresses how I feel

Though unexpected from my norm

They're things I won't conceal

 

You encourage me to speak my mind

OK ,yes, then I will

There are some certain things on here

Of which I've had my fill

 

Gutter language I rarely use

It's only when I'm angry

Which is how I feel right now

Read on, you'll understand me

 

I joined this website community to

Engage in cultural wit

But what I see, at times, to me

Belongs in a cesspit

 

So much fucking mess I see

Written on the site

Why can't poets lift their sights

And write 'bout something bright

 

So much fucking mess appears

Drugs, mind-blowing cheer

OK they do exist in life

Don't write, remind me here

 

You write you are depressed as fuck

This makes me feel real great

Are you trying to depress me too?

Make me commiserate?

 

I like my daily injection of

Poetry and wines

But don't like seeing needles giving

Acid-dripping lines

 

So poets lift your sights up please

Don't write your fucking mess

It just depresses me. The problem

Is yours to address

I'm active, keen and want to learn

And do not want to see

'depressed-as-fuck's', 'bleed-outs-on-floor's'

Or could it just be me?

 

Don Matthews July 2018