I’m Not a Poet

I’m Not a Poet...

I’m a sometimes depressed man
With some perverted words
Who sometimes writes them down
And they occasionally rhyme

I’m Not a Poet...

I’m a hopeless romantic
Who doesn’t understand relationships
The older I get
The worse I get at them
The more I understand myself
The more
Counterproductive I become

I’m Not a Poet...

I’m somewhere
On the Aspergers spectrum
I can’t verify that
Because I’ve self diagnosed
I simply know that this world
Makes no sense to me

I’m Not a Poet...

I categorize my potential
somewhere between
Wasted and Unrealized
I’m a middle aged man
Who still doesn’t know
What he wants to do

I’m Not a Poet...

I can’t explain this shit to myself,

How could I possibly
Explain it to you?