Foolish April

Time to write a poem a day.
What the heck am I going to say?
I sit and stare at this cursed page:
who wants to read my angst and rage?
Look! 25 words; I’m halfway there,
but is this a poem I want to share?
There’s nothing of substance in my mind,
not a shred of poetry can I find.
Five rhyming couplets, now I’m done!
Tomorrow I’ll write a better one.